Tag Archive for Humour

Insouciance

Being out on the road as much as I am, I’ve seen my share of bone-headed plays on bicycles – cyclists shooting through busy intersections against the lights, undertaking heavy goods vehicles that may or may not be about to turn left, and spinning along misty streets in the pre-dawn grey wearing sombre clothes and…

The Lighter Side of The Road

How good it feels to be home again and back in the saddle after my unexpectedly prolonged sojourn in northern Norway. I spun along the seafront this morning in fine fettle, chuckling aloud in sheer good humour as I recalled a very funny story one of my readers contributed as a comment to a recent…

Higgs Boson Found!

Looks like it’s time to break out the chocolates and celebrate – Higgs Boson has at last been found. For those of you who have never heard of it before or who, like me, thought Higgs Boson was a Norwegian rider on Team Sky in this year’s Tour de France, this is the elusive ‘God…

The Wight Stuff

There Be Monsters? Map of the Isle of Wight by the Dutch geographer Herman Moll 1724

“Isle of Fright!” screamed the page-three headlines in the newspaper that morning announcing the discovery of a new species of ‘vicious’ flesh-eating dinosaur that had been found embedded in the 120 million year-old cliffs of England’s fair and gentle Isle of Wight. Believing this walking nightmare to be the long-elusive great-great-grand-daddy of Tyrannosaurus rex, palaeontologists around the world were hailing it as one of the most significant dinosaur finds in recent years. An artist’s rendition showed it striding, fang and claw, through the swampy landscape that characterised the area at the time, in the company of an iguanodon, a brachiosaurus, and an armour-plated polecanthus, other prehistoric beasties that had also once roamed the island. Stirring stuff. And so for the sheer giddy hell of it I hopped aboard my old tourer and rode over there to see if I could find some dinosaur bones myself.

The Wheels of Chance

  It was a tram driver’s strike in Melbourne back in the early Nineties that got me riding a bicycle again as an adult. I was living in Elsternwick that year, an old bayside suburb in the city’s inner, and catching the ting-a-ling tram down Glenhuntly Road each morning to a fairly dull job writing…