The Pork Pie Diet

I was a big lad as friendly northern people who knew me described me, but looking back at early photos not as big as I thought I was. Less than friendly people called me entirely different names, which I laughed off but it hurt. Settling in London after my college years, I persuaded myself that I should lose some weight. The incentive was a woman who bet me I couldn’t. ( Woman? Girl? Which is it, we were in our early 20s and ‘girl’ sounds too young and woman too old, she wasn’t a lady! ) She worked in the … Continue reading The Pork Pie Diet

The Arlingham Curve

I used to hate walking as a child. Going on a nice healthy walk seemed pointless when I could be running around playing with my friends or trying to get the light to work on my Sturmey Archer powered bike. The light on the front seemed as big as a cars headlight and was powered by a small generator on the back wheel. When it was on a small wheel clicked against the rim of the back wheel and turned to generate the power. This also acted like a brake, so getting any sort of light out of the floodlight … Continue reading The Arlingham Curve