Wadjda and the beautiful green bike

Film review – Wadjda

“Don’t you know that girls don’t ride bikes?” “Losing to a girl will be a double loss.” I had every intention of writing a review of Wadjda when it first came out in the cinema last year. I’d had the release date marked in my diary for months. When it opened, I investigated exactly which…

This is as busy as it gets on my normal commute

In from the cold

I’ve been commuting in a cycling desert these past few years. This fact was brought home to me this past Tuesday morning. I had to be in Vauxhall for a meeting that started at 9.30am, which meant – instead of my usual trek across north London – I joined thousands of others heading into the…

This is getting to be a regular occurrence

On falling off my bike

I’ve fallen off my bike twice in the past two days. On neither occasion was I in any danger of being seriously hurt – when I say I fell off my bike, I mean exactly that. The first time was on Thursday morning; I got my trouser leg caught in my pannier rack as I…

The return to reality can sometimes be painful

Happy New Year

I swing my leg over the saddle and nudge my front wheel into the space between two parked cars. Glancing up and down the street, I’m struck by the silence. No cars scraping over the speed bumps. No heels clicking along the pavement. No front doors being slammed. No builders preparing for the day’s work.…