Bike week!

No… not a national event or anything like that – it’s just that this is the week that I got all my bike stuff sorted. WooHoo! It’s very *veeeeeery* nearly tickety-boo now, which pleases me. Indeed, it pleases me greatly – oh yes!

I’ve got a new front brake lever, which was one of the items trashed in my clumsy topple the other week, and a clutch lever to match – image-conscious tart that I am. And a new footrest hanger to replace the broken one, and a pair of handlebar muffs to keep my pinkies cosy in this inclement season. So I finally got around to fitting my heated handlebar grips too – toasty! 🙂

Ah yes, so the streets are unsafe once more. So I hear, anyway – nothing to do with me. Or is it? Hmmmm…. Anywards, I’m afraid there ain’t a lot of banter to deal out this instalment, ‘cos I’ve been working sooooo hard I’ve hardly left the house. Now that ain’t healthy.

+++ Calling all live music aficionados +++

This Wednesday 21st December sees a stellar lineup in the wonderfully laid-back Bartok on Chalk Farm Road, NW1. For those who haven’t been, free entry, comfy sofas and a well-stocked bar make this a top night on their own, but check out the talent: Energiser Bunny Ian Bennett, flat-picking marvel Michael Burke, poetic genius Peter Conway and the unstoppable rock machine that is Gin Panic (acoustically softened, and featuring Kate on cello!) guarantee you a top-notch evening of crackin’ acoustic tunes par excellence. Unmissable – see you there!

But Christmas is fast approaching, and I’m avoiding the shopping hordes like the plague. I’ve ranted on here before about the consumerist tsunami that wreaks havoc on credit card balances the world over at this time of year, so I won’t repeat myself. It doesn’t really affect me anyway, ‘cos I’m skint. Really, really skint, so I think everyone’s lucky if they get a card in the post from me this year! Actually, now I think of it, I have to wonder how that’s so different from every other year… Oh yeah – this year I’m actually sending cards! Well, one or three…

Off up to Hampstead to spend Christmas with the posse there again – let’s face it, I’ve had such a good time with the Gin Panic, etc. crowd the past couple of years, it’s a no-brainer. Loads of fine food, courtesy of gourmande Kerrie, a couple of bottles of fine wine to start us off – and a couple of dozen bottles of plonk to finish us off! Ah yes, the most wonderful time of the year indeed – but thankfully it comes but once a year. I don’t think I could handle a regular binge of those proportions…

Well, here’s to the early pre-Christmas payday, which means I run out of cash in early January (I kid you not!); the wicked social doings that make the season what it is; and more than anything else, I raise a fully-charged glass to the forlorn hope of making it through with no more than a mild hangover.

I can always dream….. 🙂