I swapped my bike for the train this week. I’d forgotten the madness of public transport, despite more than two decades as an inmate.

The tinny music blaring out of phones, the screeching school kids and smell of wet coats like you’re trapped in a sheep pen.

The pushing, jostling sweat of humanity in all its irritation, indifference and blank faced resignation. I’ll be back on two wheels next week. Bring on the rain.

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