Fat Bloke on a Bike

Music can be heart wrenching.  Churning our emotions into a writhe-some mess. I again live alone.  Sadly the relationship with Kathryn is no more as unlike my blood pressure the stress kept going up.  The right thing was to part as life was becoming real hard, I suspect also for Kathryn and for her daughter.  So I have now moved on.  Can you have your cake and eat it?  Is the grass always greener?  It's not as black and white as that, it's just different again. Anyway this is a bit of a brooding / dark post title isn't it?  No, it's not because of all of the past relationship failures.  I write this today because I find, now that I have time to think and feel, that there are many good things in this life that stir one's emotions. There I was the other evening.  I'm sat in a dark quiet room.  I turn the volume up on the Sony surround sound amp.  The Aria starts.  It's light and gentle to begin with before reaching dow...

Ok so its a crummy title to kick off this year.  I've just been for my annual eye screening where wide eyed people in bright white coats have a good look at the back of my eyes to see if there is any further deterioration of the macula (and other bits) seeing as I am Type 2 Diabetic.  Fingers crossed. It's been a while so time was ripe to start another cycling chapter in this blog.  Another new year is with us, again, and I'm black on my bike, again.  With the current good weather you will find a fat bloke riding again atop a 5 bar gate on the crap hard-crust pastry covered sustrans cycle path on my way to 'dogging town' (Riccall actually). A year has passed.  The tree roots have grown significantly.  I now need crampons to get over what only last year were baby roots pushing up through wee wee cracks in the cycle path which at that time only caused gentle skips and jumps.  Yaaaargh!  Wheee!  Oooohh!.. ...I shout as I crash to earth after...