It’s been interesting – and quite emotional – revisiting the end of a marriage and my career in publishing, various family (mis)fortunes, my time in India and Indonesia, my MSc, the start of my community council work and research career, discovering spinning, and the beginning of my current, very happy marriage. So much of this feels as though it’s permanent, and has been part of me forever – but in reality much is less than 5 years old.
There will be lots of broken links, because some material was hosted on now-dead servers. I’ve tried to resurrect what I can, but if you find any, please let me know.
Disclaimer: this is my personal blog. It’s my digital stream of (un)consciousness, my on-line wearing of mountain-bike shoes with rainbow laces, lycra, colourful buffs (headscarfs) and whatever else I like, where I can be the aging and raging hippie that I really am, and where my vegan cyclopath tendency raises bidigital salutes to the nonsense that today’s world imposes on the vast majority.
OK, with that out of the way (along with admitting that I wear buffs and rainbow laces almost all the time), here’s my patchwork-zeitgeist of ECIL 2017. Patches are in roughly chronological order, and some are about specific individuals. You know who you are! Continue reading →
Well, I’m in room 2 of Hotel de L’Europe at 44 Boulevard de la République, St-Malo, 35400, France, listening to Gloryhammer’s Tales from the Kingdom of Fife. I’m tired, for which there are good reasons, and pissed off, for which there are less good reasons (in green).Continue reading →
So who else got soaked in last night’s downpour? I got more than slightly wet on the way home from Napier, then absolutely drenched on the way to spinning. The rain even got through my rubber wallies into my MTB shoes. I didn’t bother to change into road shoes for the class so I had dry footwear for cycling today. So all through the spin I could feel the water sloshing around my socks and turning my toes into prunes. And we got wet again on the way home. Continue reading →