J
Just Zis Guy
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Today I went to the inaugural lecture of my friend Seamus Higson, now Professor of Bio and Electro
Sensing at Cranfield University. I went by train and bike, taking the recumbent by train from
Reading to Paddington, cycling to Farringdon and then taking the train to Flitwick, finally cycling
to Silsoe.
Cycling through London in the daytime was fine - actually very enjoyable (even if I did get horribly
lost - and thanks to the taxi drivers for setting me straight!). Coming back was a bit less pleasant
- dark, drizzly, the roads slippery and full of MDGs enmeshed in the Evening Hate. The low point was
(after getting lost /again/) trying to cross four lanes from right to left, with absolutely no
bugger giving me a break, even approaching traffic lights. If I ride more in London I think I'll get
a mirror on the left as well. Or more to the point a Brompton.
I was goignt o come back on the tube, but after having let me right onto the platform of the
Hammersmith & City along came Jobsworth and told me I'd have to wait until 7pm before I could get on
a train. Actually it might have been quicker than my circumnavigation of the West End (although
riding round theatreland is always interesting).
I am now starting to envy people who live in London: one of Seamus' friends, Paul, is a member of
the RI and regularly attends their lectures. It doesn't cost much and is apparently fascinating.
Mind you, "not much" to Paul is not much of an indicator, as he works in the City.
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Guy
Marvin is dead, long live Zaphod!
Sensing at Cranfield University. I went by train and bike, taking the recumbent by train from
Reading to Paddington, cycling to Farringdon and then taking the train to Flitwick, finally cycling
to Silsoe.
Cycling through London in the daytime was fine - actually very enjoyable (even if I did get horribly
lost - and thanks to the taxi drivers for setting me straight!). Coming back was a bit less pleasant
- dark, drizzly, the roads slippery and full of MDGs enmeshed in the Evening Hate. The low point was
(after getting lost /again/) trying to cross four lanes from right to left, with absolutely no
bugger giving me a break, even approaching traffic lights. If I ride more in London I think I'll get
a mirror on the left as well. Or more to the point a Brompton.
I was goignt o come back on the tube, but after having let me right onto the platform of the
Hammersmith & City along came Jobsworth and told me I'd have to wait until 7pm before I could get on
a train. Actually it might have been quicker than my circumnavigation of the West End (although
riding round theatreland is always interesting).
I am now starting to envy people who live in London: one of Seamus' friends, Paul, is a member of
the RI and regularly attends their lectures. It doesn't cost much and is apparently fascinating.
Mind you, "not much" to Paul is not much of an indicator, as he works in the City.
--
Guy
Marvin is dead, long live Zaphod!