Saturday, 9 Oct 2010
I finally got my Boris bike members key. (I like that no one is calling it a ‘Barclays’ bike even though their branding has been plastered all over it.)
I was very excited about testing them out! Exclamation!
I struggled to unhook them from the dock (seriously difficult, and I have skinny-ass arms).
But once successful detached, off I wobbled, along the back streets of Angel. Very pleasant it was too. The warm autumnal evening. Dusk setting in. Cool, but pleasant. All that seasonal Englishness. You know.
So here is a photo guide to my little bike adventure.
Important Bike Instructions that I read carefully. I pray I don’t die.
The strange garden ornaments of Islington. Some ritualistic or tribal significance I suspect.
A quiet autumnal street
I stop to take tourist pictures of Ye Old Toilets Sign
And of course Ye Old Chemist Sign
I take a photo of what I now fondly consider to be ‘my bike’
I stop to pet a friendly cat.
The cat is extremely friendly. I couldn’t be happier.
Although, I mentally wish it would stay still for 3 frickkin seconds so I can take a picture
She (I imagine it to be a she) then plops herself on my bag, casually bathing herself
She shows no sign of stopping.
My bag is very comfortable. But why won’t she stay still for one second??
This is as close as I can get to a good face shot
Twilight lamp. I’ve come over all sentimental and shit.
A blue church door at twilight.
Autumn leaves. So poetic, no?
I hope the residents don’t think I’m a weirdo or pervert.