The Hills Are The Enemy

Finally get that second ride of the week, very pleasant and not too windy at all. It was made even more pleasant by a female cyclist attempting to power up one of the hills, all hammer and thongs, sorry I mean tongs, in front of me. The really enjoyable bit though, was when I overtook her a few seconds later. All the same it was good to see her going for it on the hills; a lot of folk just crawl up them. Hills are the enemy, they need to be attacked.

Yet again I upset MD, this time before he even left the house. As I pulled off the driveway, it was to the accompaniment of the dulcet tones of yapping. MD’s ‘upset threshold’ is very low.

It’s a good day to be on the bike because it appears that there’s a problem on the A52. It may be an accident or maybe they’ve simply closed it for Gordon. Yep, our pseudo Prime Minister and his gang are in town today and don’t we know it. The police are busy corralling the city and barricading up all the roads. So it’s a day of opportunity if you’re a burglar. They even preventing L’s work from using their own car park. It’s a cabinet away day or something like that. They’re all here, Darling, Mandleson, Balls, the lot and they’re all out terrorising the local schools this morning.

It’s some initiative to take the cabinet out to consult with different parts of the country before obviously they come to the usual conclusion that they know best or at least they think they do. We’ll find out the answer to that one in June eh Gordon?

I’m deserting L again tonight, although there’s no women involved this time and certainly not thirteen of them. Honest. It’s my six-monthly meet up with the boys from Trent Poly tonight. The chap whose house we crash at delivers another blast from the past and manages to recruit somebody whom we haven’t seen for fifteen years. Where does he find them all from? He also unearths some old photos and I’m horrified to see us lads posing, in stupid poses, just like Daughter and her mates do. How embarrassing. Not me personally of course.

It's a good night. The Exmoor Gold isn’t bad, the Batemans Victory even better. The late night pizza very welcome and necessary to dilute the alcohol. Derby’s away defeat at Swansea though is terribly predictable.