went down south for G's birthday, he who records me... felt all very easy, cycling down to kingscross thameslink then 25 minutes to tulse hill, then 5 minutes to the place...
had a nice couple of hours, a couple of bombay sapphire gins, some good company...
got back on the bike heading home for the party feeling on top of things, powerful, you know, cool, a little drunk, but the drunk that gin gives you, sophisticated...
anyway, got to kingscross and the area just decided to do me in a bit... not much, just a bit...
walking up the stairs with the bike under my arm, a patch of water on a landing and i slipped, didn't fall far, landed on the bike which stood up... just hurt my hand a little and was shaken...
concern from fellow passengers...
then out onto the streets and i haven't done that route for a little while so i'm thinking a fair bit, see a street which i at first dismiss but then decide to go for, a sharp turn on an icy road...
this time on the floor...
again nothing too serious, just a little bruising, upset...
cycled home carefully, got in, the beats pumping from down below, just had a shower...
my beautiful cat balthazara here where her food is for the party... loving me in that way she has, when i need a little feline love...
about to get dressed and find that party feeling... must be here somewhere...
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It is never a good idea to cycle when drunk!
One of the differences between Irish-English and English-English is that in Irish-English you would never ever use the word "floor" when describing the ground/street/pavement etc. etc. Hope you are not too bruised.
ganching
ow. hope your injuries are restricted to bruises! ice can be a bugger, even when sober. I could start reminiscing about old cycling injuries, but I don't think it would help, particularly ;)
(but I do remember a time we were out cycling with Matt & Si - at the rec I think - and my bike kinda slipped out from under me on some mud...)
there's just something about a bit of feline love that soothes the soul, don't you think.
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