Cyclo-Curious

"I don’t know how to break this to you. Perhaps it’s best just to say it out loud. Okay, here goes: I think I might be a cyclist. I’ve been experimenting with bicycles. I take them out and I ride them. I ride them — they don’t ride me, okay? I’m not a scene biker. I don’t get dressed up in figure-hugging Lycra. I don’t do shorts and I don’t have a purple helmet. But I don’t mind a bit of high-vis Day-Glo. Just a dash, an accent. I suppose, actually, I’m cyclo-curious bi. I’ve still got the car, and I love her very much. It’s just that I’m not in love with her any more."

Writes AA Gill at the Sunday Times . Incroyable. But welcome. He's right about the well-intentioned food and car-crash service at Oliver Peyton's Inn the Park as well.

Speaking of Restaurants, Bromdinium can't speak higher of St John's Bread and Wine, next to Spitalfields. They came to his rescue with a double espresso and a rhubarb meringue just when he needed his spirits lifted. They run a tight ship in there, and the buzzy atmosphere was just right for a warm April evening (if you fancied chomping your way through a pig's head - though I only spotted one being tucked into).

B. was meant to report on his trip to the sticks. Suffice to say, Leicester is not as bad as you'd imagine, especially in Spring, and Kent is pretty pleasant, too, particularly when it's stuffed with bluebells. There was even an earthquake. Tried out the new pair of Inov8s over nearly 15 miles - a couple of blisters from a small stone and, I think the damp and heat. And very sore feet and limbs. I'm putting this down to the Inov's design - working new muscles and so on. And perhaps the 3mm rather than 6mm footbed. But they do encourage you to zip along. A lot of cyclists about as well - inc. some Rahpa-equipped chaps.

Finally, adieu OC.