Here you see your humble blogger with my beloved Brompton bike. I greatly enjoy my ride from Paddington to the office each morning and evening, which gives me a chance to watch the goings on of the West End first thing in the morning – this morning a huge row between two lady cyclists, one of whom had jumped a red light and was thereupon abused by the other with a cry of “it’s people like you who make people think we’re all ar*eholes”. *
Unfortunately it all went horribly wrong this morning when my foot slipped off the pedal when passing the American Embassy on Grosvenor Square. I am prone to back injuries (probably something to do with being 6 foot 5 tall) and lo and behold I have twisted my back.
I’ve spent the day popping paracetamol and lurching around the place like Quasimodo, and am sitting here with a heatpad on my back. Hopefully normal service will be resumed tomorrow, although I suspect I am in for a painful few days, punctuated by anguished cries of “I’m in tremendous pain, Ted”.
(* She’s right – I try to scrupulously obey the rules of the road on the grounds that if cyclists want to be treated with respect and not run over by buses, taxis. members of the Household Cavalry on horses etc, we need to be whiter than white ourselves)