After six years of living in Bristol, I've finally given in and got on a bike. Moving house has prompted it, being in Brislington means it would be too far to walk to work, and I'm too tight to pay for the bus. Now Lucy is in Cambodia, I'm borrowing her bike. This morning, I made it up to St. Paul's Road in about 15 minutes, despite having to get off to get up Park Street. One of these days I might make it right to the top before having to give in. So far I can make it to being level with Mastershoe.And it's so lovely cycling in, it's really refreshing, and it's so great to have that extra twenty minutes in the morning.

I have already witnessed my first incident of bike rage though, although not against me. I saw a walker on Pero's Bridge kick the back wheel of a cyclist who cut him up. A bit of posturing ensued, but nothing too serious. And now I'm feeling like a real mechanic, as I managed to fix the bike when the chain came off. Twice.

You've got to love Gok Wan. There's something really great that actually, there's nothing major going on here - some new clothes, a couple of stunts, but a really whopping confidence boost, and absolutely NO surgery. One in the eye for Harley Street.