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Corrosive Shame
Therapy for Life
Mmmm dinner. If you're ever in Birmingham and need vegetarian food in a hurry - don't try Sibila's close to the canals. However, if you aren't in a rush then I can thoroughly recommend it. Yum.

Looking backwards, today was another tedious episode in my attempts to save the public purse money in the face of exteme and unwarranted cynicism so I shall gloss swiftly over that and go back further to the weekend.

Sunday was ruana1's birthday lunch - though in a break with tradition where the "guest of honour" stays longest she actually ran off quite early; a more positive outlook on life and the not-to-my-taste Lacuna Coil which I've touched on before. The reason I can say Sunday was more positive was that I was in a really foul mood Friday evening and Saturday day - and not only due to Robin Hood. mr_cook did a fine evening meal (I notice a food trend in this post already) but I was really not feeling sociable and was jolly tired which led to sensible people staying well out of my way. An evening in with a book rather than at Kryogenix, followed by sleep did a great deal for me.

The other notable event on Sunday was my demonstration to quondam of the importance of knowing how to use a bicycle pump before setting out on a ride. We'd done around 9 miles or so of an eventual nearly-12 when I noticed my rear tyre was looking a little flat. I stopped, checked it, realised it was probably looking compressed because of my lardy nature but, at her suggestion, borrowed her pump to just top it up to see if there was any noticeable difference.

"Do you know how to use this?" says I

"Nope." says she

"How hard can it be?" I ask myself...

Needless to say within a few short seconds I had completely deflated the tyre and was now standing at the meeting of Edgbaston/Smethwick/Winson Green in the dark with only one tyre. What seemed like an hour later of trying to reinflate the bloody thing quondam set off home to get a car; a cycle rack and an old fashioned pump that I knew how to operate.

It was plain sailing from then, but I'm not totally sure about cycling-shorts-with-built-in-sanitary-protection for your average man on a bike.

Bed now. More exciting updates soon, but not tomorrow probably as I have a "public facing" day manning a conference strand which is bound to get my blood boiling.

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blackvelvetmag From: blackvelvetmag Date: October 11th, 2006 08:38 am (UTC) (Link)
You're not on the midlands_animal_issues yahoogroup at all are you? Someone else posted about Sibila's the other day and I replied. I was looking at the menu on its website. Does it do any 'norma' food like chips or is it all just really 'healthy' stuff? I am thinking of going there with a friend from USA who said he'd come for a veggie/vegan meal with me when he comes over. But the menu didn't look very appetising to me. I'm really, really fussy and only like crap vegan junk food! lol.
barrettyman From: barrettyman Date: October 11th, 2006 09:03 am (UTC) (Link)
I always have an old fashioned pump as they actually work better can fit both presta and shreader valves with the right bit attached. After considerable experience I also always carry a spare inner tube and the means to change it if needed.
ruana1 From: ruana1 Date: October 12th, 2006 08:33 am (UTC) (Link)
Well, I thought two hours was plenty of time to allow for lunch. I hadn't counted on the 45-minute wait before our food arrived. It only ended up looking as if I'd left early because I had to get home.
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