A p*n*tu*e on the way to the station yesterday - luckily only 200 yards from the station.
So I walked to the station got my train taking the front wheel with me - to fix at work.
Didn't manage to find time at work so thought I'd fix it on the train on the way back.
A split tyre (caused I think by dropping into potholes I couldn't see on the previous evening's ride home - due to the rain of biblical proportions ) meant my trusty folding Schwalbe Kojak came out of the Carradice...
It was packed down quite small so I 'massaged' it into shape before fitting - all this whilst sitting in the train door vestibule....
I then realised that a slightly pi**ed bloke (I was on the 10.30 pm train - the last train but one with the post pub crowd) was watching in complete amazement as this black sausage transformed before his eyes a into a tyre... which was ghen fitted along with tube and pumped up....
I felt like Paul Daniels - all I was lacking was a glamorous assistant....