Saw this a little while ago - only remembered it recently.
There is a cycle path on my route to work which runs along quite a busy road. Whilst on my way to work, I saw a cyclist nearly get wiped out by a rather large cement mixer lorry.
The cyclist, rather understandably, was less than pleased. He cycled quite quickly to catch up and then promptly spat at the cement mixer. Impressively he did manage to hit the lorry.
However as the lorry was filthy it was doubtful that the driver would even have noticed.
I do feel however that small acts of defiance should be celebrated.
24 October 2011
9 October 2011
Motorway Randomness

Anyway - firstly my thanks to my friend Clare for letting me borrow this photo. I've driven past this bridge on a couple of occasions but have either a) not had a camera on me or b) been the only person in the car so unable to take a photo.
Graffiti on bridges has often been a source of pondering for me (yes I am that sad). The major source of my interest is how they actually paint the slogans on the side of the bridge... do they hang over the side? In which case surely there are less dangerous ways to get your slogan out there.
The slogan itself is also a source of musing - especially when stuck in traffic which considering this is on the M25 happens quite often.
At the end of the day perhaps it's best not to know how it got there etc. Perhaps it is simply enough that it is there and brightening up the day of the motorists who pass it.
8 October 2011
You Wait Ages For One London Bus...
7 October 2011
When Pandas Go Wrong

20 September 2011
The importance of context

Everyone must have been in this situation. There you are, sitting minding your own business, when someone starts a conversation with you and expects you to know exactly what they are talking about straight away - forgetting that whilst they may have been thinking about something all morning, you aren't a mind reader and as a result haven't the foggiest about what they are talking about. "Context! I need context!" has become my stock response to this.
A prime example of this happened a couple of weeks back (admittedly wasn't helped by the fact that the conversation was by text message).
So I'm sat on the train, slightly hungover and I receive the following from my Mum:
"Sat in the garden guarding the pond from a mink".
That was it. No explanation as to why there was a mink in the garden. Turns out there wasn't really a reason for it, it had just appeared but stating that in the original text would have helped with some of the confusion... Or maybe I'm just picky!!
28 August 2011
Lost in Translation?

8 August 2011
International Randomness

12 June 2011
A question of semantics...
A while back I went to a gig at the Shepherds Bush Empire in London (finally got so see Dodgy who were every bit as good as I hoped they would be). During one of the breaks between the support bands I went in search of the loo.
Strangely for a ladies toilet there wasn't a queue. If there had of been, what happened next might not of occurred. Glancing at the door as I pushed it open I noticed a sign saying "Mind the Step" - not an unusual sight, especially as everyone has started suing at the slightest provocation.
Duly warned, I opened the door fully and promptly fell up the step. For some reason I was expecting a step down not a shin high step up. Thinking about it though I had no reason to expect a step down, the sign hadn't specified. Just got me thinking - why had I assumed one type of step over the other?
Incidentally I wasn't the only one to fall up the step... sort of forgot to mention it to my mate...
Strangely for a ladies toilet there wasn't a queue. If there had of been, what happened next might not of occurred. Glancing at the door as I pushed it open I noticed a sign saying "Mind the Step" - not an unusual sight, especially as everyone has started suing at the slightest provocation.
Duly warned, I opened the door fully and promptly fell up the step. For some reason I was expecting a step down not a shin high step up. Thinking about it though I had no reason to expect a step down, the sign hadn't specified. Just got me thinking - why had I assumed one type of step over the other?
Incidentally I wasn't the only one to fall up the step... sort of forgot to mention it to my mate...
8 June 2011
This might just be me...
I am willing to stand corrected on this one... Not convinced whether it should be included.
Whilst walking to work yesterday morning, a camper van went past. Behind it was a trailer but instead of the usual car/storage trailer/boat that you might normally expect to see, this one had a tractor on it.
As I said, this may just be me who finds this slightly odd...
Whilst walking to work yesterday morning, a camper van went past. Behind it was a trailer but instead of the usual car/storage trailer/boat that you might normally expect to see, this one had a tractor on it.
As I said, this may just be me who finds this slightly odd...
25 May 2011
Puerile but funny...2

Couple of months back whilst on a narrowboat trip with mates I spotted this in a field. What it was doing there I don't know but it definitely made us smile. Anything that means the phrase "Massive cock!" gets shouted loudly has to be included in this blog.
*NB not actually a real cock but a wooden carving - just in case you can't see the photo too well...
23 May 2011
Going for the hat trick
Twice in one night
Complete and utter rubbish...
... is perhaps the best way to describe my posting over the last few months and that is putting it mildly. It's not even like I've not seen anything random - I've just not been able to find the words. Pretty much sums up everything really. So I will endeavour to put that right starting with this...
Whilst walking back from watching a friend of mine in a local production of Robin Hood I was passed by a man on a bike. Nothing so strange about this until you factor in the fact he was dressed in chef's whites and even had the tall chef's hat. Hitched up to his bike was a trailer covered in a perspex box which contained what looked a bit like an oven - sort of like the old Victorian ones for roasting chestnuts complete with chimney. All in all it wasn't what you expect to see on a fairly deserted road in a city centre on a weekday night.
He looked at me, I stared back, he waved and I waved back before walking off into the night none the wiser as to where he was going or why - one of these days I really must ask...
Whilst walking back from watching a friend of mine in a local production of Robin Hood I was passed by a man on a bike. Nothing so strange about this until you factor in the fact he was dressed in chef's whites and even had the tall chef's hat. Hitched up to his bike was a trailer covered in a perspex box which contained what looked a bit like an oven - sort of like the old Victorian ones for roasting chestnuts complete with chimney. All in all it wasn't what you expect to see on a fairly deserted road in a city centre on a weekday night.
He looked at me, I stared back, he waved and I waved back before walking off into the night none the wiser as to where he was going or why - one of these days I really must ask...
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