Alice in chains

Now, that would be a witty title if my bike was called Alice, which it’s not. It’s called “The Bike”. Why do people insist on naming inanimate objects? And more so, why do they always have womens names? Are females names synonymous with inanimate objects? I think I better stop there.

So, chains. Yes. Monday was freezing, Tuesday was ice-tastic. Like riding on an ice rink. Tyre chains would have helped, or even better would have been tyres with metal studs through them. How cool would that be? Running down neds would be so much more pleasurable.

And today is snow. “Looks like I chose the wrong week to give up crack cocaine”. Nothing like trial by fire. No really, this is nothing like trial by fire. If only there was some heat I would be happy as a sand boy (points for anyone who can tell me where that phrase came from - extra points if you don’t google it). It’s snowing right now too, and lying. Better not keep it up or getting home I might actually require chains for the tyres.

As a side note, I saw a metric shed-load of schoolkids on my way in this morning. Same time as usual, same route, same speed, same everything (expect weather and number of schoolkids). Maybe we should be afraid. Maybe this is the start of a world takeover attempt? Still, would have to be better than Blair….