Wednesday, 31 August 2005


New bike and old bike - bonding at MidsummerCommon Posted by Picasa

Mark and parentals at rural pub lunch in Norfolk Posted by Picasa

Warwick castle again - hugely impressive Posted by Picasa

I am soooooooo sleepy Posted by Picasa

Warwick castle Posted by Picasa

Birmingham city centre - fun lady statue Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, 17 August 2005

One of the characters I helped name on www.blessthischick.com. Can you spot the others? (a.k.a. my alter egos??)

Saturday, 13 August 2005

2 non related items

1) Pitchers of beer are called jugs here- can you imagine ordering a 'jug of beer' with a straight face? Asif.

2) I think our house has become Inspiration Point. Bird couples have been copulating conspicuously on the fence in our back garden. It involves a lot of flapping and chasing and looks altogether like no one is having fun. I have a notion to throw a jug of beer on them.

Thursday, 11 August 2005

a crime in cambridge

Mark's bike was nicked.

Like the true Cambridgers, we biked to an outdoor comedy show at Jesus Green last Saturday night.

Double locked to my greenie... the thieves cut through 2 ropy strong locks and were off in the night with his impressive-looking but really crap mountain bike. And my proud greenie, with her pretty orange -flowered bell and basket stood alone and abandoned -- her pal being ripped from her. The crooks must not have thought she was worth stealing.

True, the 2 bikes hadn't know each other long, but were quite attached to each other after the many trips to the gym and country rides and being locked together. After all, it made for intimate spoke connections and wheel touching. And with her being a tried and true type -- a little beat up but well loved and him being sporty but a little inept -- they made a perfect pair.

Now she has a new friend paid for with insurance money -- posh and proper mountain bike with red stripes. She isn't sure of this new flash pal. What kind of bike is he? Will he appreciate her quirky nature and classic styling? Will he wait for her as she works her 3 speeds or zoom past in a showy off-road cloud of dust?

And will Mark's old bike just move on to the next pal, or is he silently leaking oil in grief?