D went on his second SkyRide™ this weekend. Needless to say when it was suggested that he may like a green florescent bib emblazoned with the ubiquitous Sky™ logo he requested a not insubstantial fee for acting as a cute moving human billboard. No cash equals “your having a giraffe love”, his words.
We still had a splendid time with all the dayglo nodders, especially in the Blackfriars underpass where Dougals kazoo prowess was in no doubt. Our only complaint, a few Raphad up road warriors weaving through the masses of Bumper girls sparkle bikes & Argos full suspensions ridden by over excited seven year olds. If you want to gun down closed city streets without scaring the kids you need to get up a shit the bed o clock. I rode the route at 8am and it was virtually empty bar the stewards, so there.
