This birthday, my family have mostly been giving me hi-visibility cycling gear – I think they’re trying to ensure that I survive to celebrate some more of them in the future. The other half has given me a slinky new scary yellow jacket that makes me look like a proper fit sporty cyclist – an impression that lasts up to, but not including, the moment I set off anywhere on the bike. And for evening wear, I can jazz it up with a nifty flashing LED vest from my sister. Together the combination should ensure that I and my bike are visible from the moon.
From the moon, maybe, but not – apparently – from the pavements of South London, if the young lady who stepped out in front of me with her back to the direction of traffic is anything to go by. For it doesn’t matter how bright and flashing the cyclists are if the pedestrians don’t turn their heads to look out for them. It would appear that I still need one of these.