Well! I was surrounded by Whisky Mist, Nobu, The Colony Club and Trader Vics - not to mention the Hilton Park Lane as backup.
The word I used most frequently earlier this trip was beginning with
B
Yes - capital ones, and multitudinous.
I was really 'up' for this ride after an awkward week at the coalface of life.
An easily spotted shard of glass saw me wrestling with a well-seated new tyre, new wheel and new tube in Kilburn - with helpful passers-by.
And then the steering was getting sluggish down Park Lane - not a flat front wheel - just not fully pumped

And then I tried again, and because it was raining the camber of Hertford Street offered me a ready made plunge bath to discover the hole...and then another again in the other tube. Luckily there were some lads digging the road up for an electricity fault and there was plenty of arc lighting - I was getting to the stage of "Taxi"!
So much sodding about for so little - the tiniest sliver of metal wire - the first one probably wasn't the glass.
Oh well. The End.
Meanwhile, I had lots of people say how nice the bike was etc...Premiership footballers, celebs, wannabies, a couple of chats with minicab drivers waiting for trade - amazed that you lot were wheeling away to Southend.
Actually, I was going to take the tyre off for fun as the entertainment value was quality - my last chat with a couple of big American guys. BIG - with pony tails (one with a Tom Sellick style moustache containing more hair than I had on my head - ever). Everyone was nicely dressed and nice smelling - I felt quite at home...

Rolled away from The Hilton at 01:05, cold, wet and bursting for a pee which was duly completed at Marble Arch (so many peeps wandering about down Park Lane!)
Anyway, another few mentions of that b word and I got indoors at 02.30
parked my bike and
b word.
I'm happy - would have felt awful keeping everyone waiting 'en route'.
b word, nevertheless.
