I have a confession.
Wowbagger and I did something last night that only fully consenting, adult, cyclists can do!
Click the spoiler only if you are sure you can handle adult language! (OD you can ask someone at work to supervise if you're not at home)
We RLJ'd because the fucking green lights changed just as we approached and there was absolutely nothing on the road, a T Junction, but us! We were on the main road and the lights for the minor road, that goes to Asda, turned green.
It was cold but at least it was dry, except for a couple of huge puddles and a water filled pothole that gave Wow a booty. I had just enough clobber on to be comfy and just had to add a pair of inner gloves for the return. Wow decided that the good people of Stock should here a folk rendition of ye olde songe "I was a mill worker until I retired" (real title lost in the cold of last night). Only four verses as he didn't remember the second verse until we got to Rayleigh. We also totally failed to ride our semi planned route home by missing the Middlemead turning!
OD mentioned that the flange of MEMWNS riders often had good ideas but they get forgotten somewhere between beer and waking up the next day, in a ditch/mother in laws bed. And wouldn't it be great if these good ideas were written down in some form of book, just a little one. As luck would have it I have a little book and donated said book. There is now an official
Little Book of BIG
Idias Ideas and OD is currently the Secretary Keeper of the Book. Until such time as he can foist it off onto an unsuspecting Oaky, Chief, or Bloomers!
As usual a top evening in top company.
True to form the MEMWNS stole the band table!
But since Wow and I bowled up we could argue we got the band back together.
OD was so drunk he couldn't hold his glass any more.
The Prospective NeuBouy, Richard, NOTP yet??
Old Git leaves early,
VISITORS IN THE MORNING!.
OD and his Little Book Of BIG Ideas. Donated by myself but can someone please pass on some crayons for OD to use?
The Glitterati prepare to leave.
Battlesbridge weir/lock was a bit full of water and Wowbagger thought a moody shot was in order.