Today is the day I don’t turn 40

It’s my birthday today, and as I’d spent most of last week thinking I was going to be 40 today I thought I’d write a poem to tell everyone in the office I’d bought some cakes in.

Today is the day I don’t turn 40,
the knackers yard is calling,
but i’m turning my deaf ears,
and trying hard at stalling.

Today is the day I don’t turn 40,
the summit of the hill of slowly approaching,
I would get there sooner,
but my knees keep on groaning

Today is the day I don’t turn 40,
My eyes are fine, working just as they oughta,
it’s the writing, y’know,
that’s getting so smaller

Today is the day I don’t turn 40,
tho’ my mind is still strong,
the flesh is much weaker,
gone are the days where I’d make a good streaker

Today is the day I don’t turn 40
I’m still young enough to be a bit naughty
so while I’m still able,
there’s some cakes on the table





Street View


Chapel of St John the Evangelist

Chapel of St John the Evangelist, Tower of London

Tower Bridge

tower bridge

St Georges Wharf

Two photos pretty much the same. I like them both, so I’ve posted them both.

My favourite, though, is the portrait version. How about you?

St Georges Wharf

St Georges Wharf

The Baptists’ Door

wooden door

Steam Train


When I’d finished photographing Didcot I noticed it’s reflection. It’s not a fantastic photo, otherwise it’d have a post of it’s own, but I like it so I’m dropping it here.



I went out for a ride on New Years Day. it was jolly good fun except 10 minutes ride away from the car park, bugger knows what sort of plant life I rode over but I ended up with a puncture.

It was a slow-ish puncture and I did initially hope to just put a bit of air back into my rear tye and pedal quickly to the car and fix it at home. So I stopped and got my pump out and after a couple of goes on the pump I realised that I would have to change to inner tube. A couple of minutes later with the wheel back in place I turn the bike the right way up and notice the front tyre is now flat. Gah!

So as you can see from the picture, two out of three tubes have a few patches now and on of them and err, well yes. Time for some new tubes. The left tube is my spare tube and will be going back in my bag.


I went to Halfords and spotted these dangling Slime Smart Tubes dangling from the rack.


They have ‘stuff’ in them that plugs holes upto 3mm, apparently. They don’t look any different, as you might guess, and uninflated you can squish the goo about inside them. They’re noticably heavier than regular inner tubes, but it’s not going to make any difference to me. It may to you, but my bike isn’t a light weight carbon flashy ride. At nine quid each, I thought I would give them a go as they seem a bit of a half-way house between tubed and tubeless and prevent me from having to stop in the mud so often.

But there again, I might just have thrown £18 away. We shall see.