Presently cocooned within bubble wrap, I’m denying child like urges to undertake transplant surgery since the Alivio remains in extremely rude health. Once the existing chain, cassette and late middle-aged LX mech sing their swansongs, I’ll give said tubby workhorse’s Microshift brifters responsibility for an extra sprocket and take advantage of readily available mid range consumables. Besides, time management will be a familiar concept to most freelancers. The ability to escape for a ride, introduce new equipment etc on my own terms is deeply liberating but with such reward comes great responsibility/discipline.
Submitting successive, decent features/book proposals is
exhausting, it can take several weeks for their recipients’
response, especially during what’s dubbed “The silly season”. In press parlance
this has traditionally referred to freelancers stepping in to fill the boots of
more established anchor folk while the world and their offspring are reading
trashy airport novels on a beautiful beach somewhere or just mingling at late
summer barbecues. For some it’s an ideal opportunity to demonstrate their true
potential, though easily leads some people punching above their weight.
I regularly listen to Women’s Hour while slaving over a hoit keyboard, primarily because I find the differing perspectives on a wealth
of subjects are delivered with considerable insight and ownership by Jenni
Murray/Jan Garvey.Alas, I found myself increasingly irritated by Kirstie Allsopp’s feature exploring women's childbirth
choices. Clearly very passionate she couldn't execute with sufficient authority and the piece felt closer to the standards I'd expect from an A level media studies student than seasoned broadcast journalist.
More convincing than the recent litigation brought forward
by supposedly disillusioned readers of Lance Armstrong’s inspirational works though. I
read the first while holidaying in Rome but never really bought into the
franchise or fairytale. Suing Armstrong on the grounds of fraudulent
misrepresentation strikes me as little more than a deeply cynical means of
financial gain and marginally less irksome than a decidedly aggressive
young man who ploughed into my Endura engined Ford Ka back in 2006.
He (successfully I might add) sued me for “hurt feelings”.
Against this and a backdrop of increasingly fractious road encounters, I lost no time in renewing my third party cycling cover. Pragmatically, I have
little qualm about this since it reinforces the message that
bicycles/tandems/recumbents are vehicles with equal rights/responsibilities when navigating the public highway.
Parallels with Armstrong’s case might be somewhat
tentative, though illustrate how eager people are, especially in less
favourable fiscal circumstance to seek easy financial remuneration. Negotiating some deeply deprived neighbourhoods on a daily basis for many years left little doubt that people would wantonly stray into my path,
seeking damages, spurred on by the relentless barrage of television
advertisements.
Collision with a car could also result in the owner/driver
seeking financial redress for repairs. Simple and relatively inexpensive cover
is often available through clubs/organisations, typically with some sort of legal
support. Obviously, this wouldn’t stem the claims culture outlined above but it
might go someway to muting disturbingly mainstream assertions that people
choosing to use human powered vehicles are reckless reprobates needing
institutional help. Sadly, we have it seems, also reverted to an insidious
“Asking for it” misogynist mindset-even amongst young women, some of whom would
readily identify themselves as feminist. ...
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