Bicycle thief and Book

D and F had a rather interesting task today. They had to look through 2 miles of CCTV footage to see if they could find out who nicked my mountain bike when it was parked outside the library while I was engrossed in discussing this book at the reading group. I am told a minor branch of a tree had grown in response to the call of the spring, thus obscuring the view of the camera. Well I wouldn’t say it was a particularly expensive bike but I was pretty fond of it. It never broke once all through the rigorous biking in the lake district. Well, moving on have started to look for a new one. Two in fact. One for the urban another better one for the mountains. Lets see.

Just want to say do not miss out on reading the delightful aforementioned book.

Here’s an extract:

'My name is Stuart Maconie, and I am from the North Of England. Some time ago, I was standing in my kitchen, rustling up a Sunday brunch for some very hungover, very Northern mates who were 'down' for the weekend. One of them was helping me out and, recipe book in hand, asked “where are the sun-dried tomatoes?” “They're behind the cappuccino maker,” I replied. Silence fell. We slowly met each other's gaze. We did not say anything. We did not need to. Each read the other's unspoken thought: we had become those kinds of people, the kind of people who had sun-dried tomatoes and cappuccino makers, the kind of people who did Sunday brunch. In other words: southerners.