So, I went for an evening pedalic amble along the Thames to take the air, as you do on a warm evening, and stumbled into an international fixed gear criterium by the O2. A rather harassed and red nosed steward asked me to walk because the course just about closed off the cycle route. Also, there'd also been 3 crashes, including a suspected broken neck, so I think he was a little shell shocked.
Anyhow, a rather ''bling a friend'' event. All the gear yet no gears. Lots of choice bikes around thobut. I felt particularly retro on the tourer.
And, in the middle of the women's criterium, I got cold so came home via the Dog and Bell where I had a black lager, a drink that I didn't even know existed until a rather large bumble bee landed on my arm at the bar. Thinking it was a scarab beetle, I brushed it off and it then did several turns of the pub bumping into every transparent or light surface before landing and walking under my stool to the foot of the bar. I think it's dead because it didn't move while I drank my black lager.