We headed to Kensington Market via the park & tossed about the idea of renting Boris Bikes.
But after some tooing and throwing we realised my Fedora would fly away & onto the London traffic. I envisioned my black hat flying onto a cabby's windscreen, blinding him & causing a major car crash. The horn would be going and he'd be swearing at me in proper cockney (whatever cockney swearing is) with slang 'n all.
Maybe I could hold down my hat with one hand and cycle with the other. That could work?
We thought about it. C thought about it.
And (quite rightly) thought it was a terrible idea. He was confident my one handed cycling wasn't up to scratch. So, the walk through Kensington Gardens it was then.
Breton Tee from Brittany!
