These last few days, as I squeeze onto the tube, I reckon I’ve been even less aware of those around me – with my head buried deep into a good book in a vague attempt to block out anxious glances and the blatant headlines. Not exactly vigilant, I know, but there’s so much anxiety beneath our streets at the moment. It’s understandable but we must be careful not to over react. A slight tan invites more attention than usual but carry a rucksack and you are asking for it. Apparently. So I was pleased to see a friend at work growing a beard in an act of defiance. Particularly considering he has dark skin and carries a rucksack to work. Maybe a nice weekend in the country would make him see sense. According to the press, John Prescott has been rafting in Wales recently too. I just hope he isn’t late for work one morning and has to run to catch his train. Especially at Notting Hill Gate.
On yer bike!
yep – as much as i can…