Sorry to yammer on, but check out my new blog here. It’s full of wisdom like this:
‘cyclists have the most useless, flaccid tool imaginable for communicating anger: the bell. You can go blue in the face and frothy-mouthed and properly bonkers with the meandering sightseers in front of you, but your only recourse is a benign, terribly polite little tinkle. It’s the meek, metallic equivalent of ‘oops, don’t mind me’, and it’s almost unanimously ignored. I don’t have a bell yet, so I just shriek ‘ding dong!’, which tends to cause heart attacks.’
Thanks!
The 18th century answer to the question: how beautiful can you make an instrument of injury?
In Jerusalem.
It’s early days for my new writing blog, but please take a look if you can. A few followers makes all the difference. It’s called ‘E Scritto’, and can be found here.
Wishing you all a great day,
Will.
Florence.
Convent, Palma de Mallorca.