I am utterly saddle sore and ravenous from riding my bike to and from work. Yesterday morning I crashed into a bin. In the evening I shat myself all the way home thinking that a beast might rear up out of the filthy, darkened waters of the canal and eat me. Or that hooded yoofs might jump out from the bushes on the attack.

I am, however, enjoying it one hundred times more than the horrendous tube during rush hour and will continue to bike it to work until injuries stop me from doing so.

It would be much more fun to ride a horse or elephant to work though. Regal in fact.