Notes from commuting...
May. 20th, 2004 11:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
julietRecycling lorries: *look* just like rubbish lorries, but don't *smell* like them. This is a Good Thing when you're cycling behind them.
Most of the way from Elephant to Westminster Bridge, I was cycling just behind a bloke in tight blue lycra shorts. I am unsure whether he is aware of just how *worn* his shorts are getting. I mean, don't get me wrong, he had a very nice bottom, but I'm not sure I wanted to be able to see it in quite that much detail... (mind you, I say this - I used to wear a pair of drawstring trousers to cycle in, until a nice chap pulled up alongside me by the lights by Buckingham Palace & pointed out that they had slipped down rather a long way, He assured me that he had no complaints whatsoever, but thought I might like to know. I switched to my nice black football shorts after that).
Nearly got run over by a hearse at Hyde Park Corner when it jumped the red light (& I don't just mean 'shot amber a little late', I mean sailed straight through a red with plenty of time to stop). I'm afraid I did shout at it 'just because you're a coffin, you still have to stop at red lights you fucker!', which might be construed as disrespect to the deceased, but the deceased was, well, deceased, & I was rather more worried about me remaining un-deceased.
Most of the way from Elephant to Westminster Bridge, I was cycling just behind a bloke in tight blue lycra shorts. I am unsure whether he is aware of just how *worn* his shorts are getting. I mean, don't get me wrong, he had a very nice bottom, but I'm not sure I wanted to be able to see it in quite that much detail... (mind you, I say this - I used to wear a pair of drawstring trousers to cycle in, until a nice chap pulled up alongside me by the lights by Buckingham Palace & pointed out that they had slipped down rather a long way, He assured me that he had no complaints whatsoever, but thought I might like to know. I switched to my nice black football shorts after that).
Nearly got run over by a hearse at Hyde Park Corner when it jumped the red light (& I don't just mean 'shot amber a little late', I mean sailed straight through a red with plenty of time to stop). I'm afraid I did shout at it 'just because you're a coffin, you still have to stop at red lights you fucker!', which might be construed as disrespect to the deceased, but the deceased was, well, deceased, & I was rather more worried about me remaining un-deceased.
