Category Archives: memories

Wheels Within Wheels – the Middle Years – Part 3

So you’ve read parts 1 and 2, here and here. Can my university cycling career get any worse? After all I’ve decapitated a commuter, reducing the chances of our reaching a replacement birthrate by one and I’ve skittled a pensioner … Continue reading

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Velo Drama – the Middle Years – Part Two

To continue. Last time – here – we were at University and exploring the three main reasons why a range of people wanted me off my bike, and at all costs. That was part one. This is part two. I’m … Continue reading

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Turning Full Circle – The Middle Years (part one)

My relationship with the humble cycle hasn’t been a smooth and gentle one. Having a bicycle has been essential as the only workable mode of transport available to me many times in my life, but never more so than at University. … Continue reading

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Two Wheels On My Wagon…

Remember that lyric? Ok so this isn’t about wagons, or Cherokees or anything like. But there is a theme here. In the song, the poor sods keep on going in spite of the fact they’re reduced to two wheels and … Continue reading

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Heat And Flies

In many years of working I have yet to be sacked. I may have been lucky in that regard but I have been demoted, twice in the same job. Memories of the first of these backward steps came to me … Continue reading

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Russian Roulette

Back in the early 90s the law firm I worked at decided that the way to a golden future was to expand into Europe and Asia. Over a relatively short period we acquired offices throughout Western Europe. Some of the … Continue reading

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It’s Just A Phrase He’s Going To…

My dad liked a couplet, a rhyme, a well-chosen pun and, especially a limerick. History doesn’t relate how he turned this love and not a little skill into a compelling hobby and a successful enterprise, but maybe a little like … Continue reading

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