Bloody cyclists
Knowing full well it was going to rain today (the rain falling on my head when I left the house this morning gave it away) I decided to take my big brolly and see if I could keep dry, blog and walk in a straight line all at the same time. The answer is ‘no’. I found this out on the way to the station during my usual morning Facebook and the phone was still getting wet despite the big brolly.
Being the selfless kind of guy I am I forewent watching my James May Toy Stories and fired off a blog entry in the comfort on the train. So why, you may ask, am I blogging now and what has all this got to do with cyclists? The answer is simple: it’s not raining. Since it’s not raining I can happily walk along, headphones on, head down, phone taking up most of my vision completely unaware of anything more that a few meters in front of me and nothing behind me. Given the speed I walk the only thing wanting to overtake is cyclists. Since the path is clearly marked with signs saying ‘no cyclists’ (it used to be even more clearly marked but people keep destroying the signs) I don’t have to feel guilty that I can’t hear their pathetic bells pinging away1 or that I force them onto the grass to get round me. They shouldn’t be there and all the pathetic pinging isn’t going to stop me blogging. Nope, it’ll make me do it more because that’s just the kind of guy I am 
1 The air horns, on the other hand, are enough to scare the hell out of anyone. I challenge anyone not to jump when one of those goes off half a meter behind you when you’re not expecting it, no matter how loud or good your headphones.