So there I was this morning, cycling along, feeling full of That Friday Feeling*, when I heard a whirring noise and a cyclist overtook me. This in itself is not that unusual as I cycle at a speed that can best be described as meditative, but – for the first time ever while cycling in London – he also said ‘Hello’ as he whizzed past. Hmm. I’m not sure what I think of that one. On the one hand, I’m all for camaraderie among the beleaguered minorities on the road. On the other hand, if I stop concentrating for a minute while cycling I’m likely to disappear in to one of Lambeth’s speed-potholes and never be seen again.
And in related news, I was cycling up past the nightclubs again this morning when I saw, once more, that the cars were double parked outside and the hoodies were gathered, blocking my route. Oh dear, I thought, preparing to hop up onto the pavement rather than risk a confrontation. Whereupon one of the blingiest and most behooded of the young men got into his car and moved it out of my way with a cheery wave.
Youth. There’s just no consistency.
*Exhaustion, since you ask