London CC drinks and curry night: Friday 2 August

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HaloJ

Rabid cycle nut
Location
Watford
Cripes did I feel rough this morning. A hangover from 5 bottles of corona. :sad: Tried to cure it with a bacon sandwich but my brain still feels mushy.

Really lovely to see everyone and sorry I didn't get to chat with you all (@McWobble, @Mice, @arallsopp)
 

Wobblers

Euthermic
Location
Minkowski Space
Well, what a splendiferous evening that was. I got to speak to Mice - the first time in ages. And all too briefly to HaloJ - the first time in years! There was also the opportunity to admire Martin's LEL medal - and confirm it wasn't actually made out of chocolate. I have to say Martin that I did object to Adrian unfairly comparing you to the head orc from Lord of the Rings. You're just an ordinary one. :whistle: (Oh... and well done!) The late appearance of Arallsopp was particularly welcome.

The ride back to CoG's place will remain in the Cycle Chat annals of Legend forever. In retrospect, perhaps we should have realised that cycling back was perhaps not the best idea when CoG had a clipless moment at the second set of lights. But, undeterred, we forged onwards. Into the teeth of a thunderstorm. Complete with torrential downpour. We were soaked in seconds. But at least it wasn't cold. After a brief regrouping on the pavement, CoG collided with an inconsiderately placed bollard. And fell off. I suggested the train might be an idea. CoG demurred, so we forged onwards, the streets now more akin to rivers. I was very glad I was on the Galaxy, with its mudguards rather than the Cannondale which would have been an even more soggy affair. After a few more miles of swimming cycling we were halted by a set of lights which had the effrontery to be red. Whereupon CoG fell off. An onlooker rushed over to check that CoG was okay "It's all right, I'm just drunk". I suggested getting the train. CoG assured me about the efficacy of BEER as a pain killer, so we splashed onwards - after all, it's only blood isn't it?

Our arrival at CoG towers was sadly lacking in the thoroughly deserved fan fare of heralds, brass bands, fireworks. Instead, CoG banged on the door (this now being the wrong side of 1am)

- "What are you doing??"
- "I forgot my keys"
- "FFS, User, if this comes up in court I'll have to say that you deserved it!"

Surprisingly Mrs CoG not merely didn't bash him over the head with a clue by four, but instead made us a rather tasty curry! Much more forgiving than I would be... :whistle:

So, all in all, I'm very glad I made the effort to come down from that bleak wilderness called "Birmingham". Thanks User.

(Edited for spelling)
 
Well, what a splendiferous evening that was. I got to speak to Mice - the first time in ages. And all too briefly to HaloJ - the first time in years! There was also the opportunity to admire Martin's LEL medal - and confirm it wasn't actually made out of chocolate. I have to say Martin that I did object to Adrian unfairly comparing you to the head orc from Lord of the Rings. You're just an ordinary one. :whistle: (Oh... and well done!)

The ride back to CoG's place will remain in the Cycle Chat annals of Legend forever. In retrospect, perhaps we should have realised that cycling back was perhaps not the best idea when CoG had a clipless moment at the second set of lights. But, undeterred, we forged onwards. Into the teeth of a thunderstorm. Complete with torrential downpour. We were soaked in seconds. But at least it wasn't cold. After a brief regrouping on the pavement, CoG collided with an inconsiderately placed bollard. And fell off. I suggested the train might be an idea. CoG demurred, so we forged onwards, the streets now more akin to rivers. I was very glad I was on the Galaxy, with its mudguards rather than the Cannondale which would have been an even more soggy affair. After a few more miles of swimming cycling we were halted by a set of lights which had the effrontery to be red. Whereupon CoG fell off. An onlooker rushed over to check that CoG was okay "It's all right, I'm just drunk". I suggested getting the train. CoG assured me about the efficacy of BEER as a pain killer, so we splashed onwards - after all, it's only blood isn't it?

Our arrival at CoG towers was sadly lacking in the thoroughly deserved fan fare of heralds, brass bands, fireworks. Instead, CoG banged on the door (this now being the wrong side of 1am)

- "What are you doing??"
- "I forgot my keys"
- "FFS, User, if this comes up in court I'll have to say that you deserved it!"

Surprisingly Mrs CoG not merely didn't bash him over the head with a clue by four, but instead made us a rather tasty curry! Much more forgiving than I would be... :whistle:

So, all in all, I'm very glad i made the effort to come down from that beak wilderness called "Birmingham". Thanks User.

It was great to see you too McWobble - it's been way too long.

Your post had me laughing out loud - absolutely hilarious!! What a trip to CoG Towers!! I'm glad everyone recovered enough to do a bit of the Free Cycle and I look forward to seeing you again soon.

Mice
 

srw

It's a bit more complicated than that...
I got into Central London after a frustrating afternoon at work to realise that not only was the meet not at the pub I thought it was at but that there were more other pubs in the vicinity than I really wanted to check out - and by that stage I wasn't in the mood for company. So I went back to my flat in Guildford to sleep it off. I woke up early enough to drive home for a solitary breakfast in bed and then a ride into London, where a picnic in St James's Park and a chance encounter with Mice, McWobble, CoG and CoG jr restored equanimity.

Into London, 3 laps of the closed road pootling course and the ride home added up to 81 miles in all.
 
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