I was going to write a load of good, interesting and hilarious stuff to keep you all interested today. I was awake in bed last night thinking of loads of witty stuff that I've just gone and forgotten about. So, here's some boring rubbish instead.
"Caffeinated Saturdays" came with a twist yesterday. (Non-residents of Penzance and it's cafe scene can skip this bit). Katie came to town and we decided to call into the Mackerel Sky cafe. It used to be a really nice place, friendly staff, good coffee and hoyty toyty twists on normal stuff like sausage sandwiches; they'd stick some chives on top and have it on thick home made bread. It's since changed hands and things ain't what they used to be! The coffee was at boiling point and all the food has gone poncey tapas; not even real tapas! Guijons and bellinis everywhere and a poncey price to boot!
"Nick the Post" made a timely arrival and we moved on to the Exchange Gallery cafe next door. A friendly welcome, nice coffee, albeit in tall thin cups, and a good slice of lemon drizzle cake. And we got a discount for being regulars.
In other news, hopefully by now James Kay has accepted his invitation to share start writing some drivel on here (finally putting his English lit. degree to some use).
There are still plenty of Velocake caps available so get'em quick. Also, anytime soon, the next batch of jerseys will be arriving for all that ordered one.
Finally, the sleepy Cornish hamlet of Goldsithney was a gasp as hundreds upon hundreds of cyclists rode through the village, on their way to Lands End today. Being an intrepid-reporter-type I found out a little more. It was a mass Ride across Britain, brought to you in association with Delotti and assoc. Whilst we were out riding our bikes, going in the opposite direction, out of 300 odd riders that passed us only about seven let on. They were 10 miles from finishing and they couldn't be arsed letting on. We said hello to every single one of the miserable bastards and got seven hellos back from the "Delotti ride across Britain". I bet they're all just a bunch of soul-less suits from the home counties doing it for a charidee, with no real idea of being a cyclist. Bunch of anti social self obsessed up their own arse stuck up bunch of ponces. I hope they google Delotti R.A.B. and find this. They had BMWs as support vehicles, that says it all really.