There was no John at Union Corner, no Kath (no excuse), no Mike, and no Richard; and at the other place there was no Paul, […] Read More
Category: OGIL
It was well past 9.10 by the time that everyone had lost interest in pointing out defects on Andrew’s bike, the one he was expecting […] Read More
The rumour that Phil3 was buying the drinks even brought the M&Ms out of retirement this morning, though it was only tea and coffee on […] Read More
A message from Simon said “Puker von Pulla”. I couldn’t find that on Google maps, but he wasn’t at the other place when Kath, John, […] Read More
With Mystic Meg’s reassurance that the heat wave would last another two weeks I donned my Altura Night Vision (not very) waterproof coat* and ventured […] Read More
This was not Simon’s call to Mike 2 and Keith, to keep them close to the rest of the pack, but Jed Clampett’s weekly farewell […] Read More
At union corner was Sylvia, new rider Dave, who could hardly be called an OGILLER, (neither can Sylvia) Phil, Helston Trevor and myself. We caught […] Read More
The London Walking and Cycling Commissioner (how much does he/she get?) has said that cyclists in London are too white, male and middle class and […] Read More
Last week I was mildly chastised for reporting, verbatim, Paul’s opinion of Tao Tzu, and, as with certain “fine art” images on facebook, I had […] Read More
“Who’s Lao Tzu?” asked Paul, pointing to a “saying” chalked on the wall above the counter. “Talks a load of b*****ks, who ever he is”, […] Read More