Welcome to my blog.
Born in Guildford and raised in Elstead, Surrey with wonderful people who I’m still very proud and privileged to call friends. I moved to the south coast in 2007 and met a nice Worthing lady, to whom I got married in 2009. I completed a stand up comedy course courtesy of Jill Edwards at Komedia, Brighton and started gigging as a comedy new act. I became the proud father of a beautiful baby boy in May 2010.
Cycling and pubs have always formed a pleasing backdrop to all this. Less so with pubs now, but at least there will always be cycling.
This blog is not anti-car as I’m a car owner myself but the bicycle will always remain my primary mode of transport. I detest what people become when they get behind a steering wheel (myself included) and my aversion may also spring from the following reason;
The week before my 10th birthday (Halloween 1982) my father was driving my mother and I home from a birthday party. He needed to turn right on a junction of the A3 (it has a flyover now). This meant crossing over the northbound carriageway. A VW hatchback came hurtling around the corner and smashed into us side on. We were in a transit van and not wearing seat belts as they had not been made compulsory. The Police at the time said had I been wearing one I probably would have been decapitated. This is because the force was so great I took the passenger door with me and hit the A3 head first. A helmet may have protected my head further or given me a spinal injury as well. Who knows? What I do know was I ended up with a multiple fracture of the scull and my leg was ripped to shreds. My hand required extensive stitches.
I thought my hand required stitches because I logically believed any person would stick their hand out to protect themselves as they hit the ground. You’d be wrong, dear reader. I only found the truth very recently from my mother. I needed stitches in my hand because motorists were getting so impatient at us for having a nasty car smash, they started to drive their way through the wreckage and someone drove over my hand. Let’s reiterate; a motorist drove over the hand of a 9 year old boy lying unconscious in the road after a massive car smash (the car that hit us was doing 70mph+ according to the skid marks).
All involved, I’m pleased to report, made a full recovery. My belief that motoring brings out the worst in people and is the most anti-social, selfish thing you can do remains unchanged, however.
Now an occasional stand-up comic, wanabee freelance writer (as well as the day job) and founder of the Cycling Embassy of Great Britain. Contact details below.
Thank you for reading.
Competed in Grundig Mountain Bike World Challenge 1989
CTC Information Officer (2002-2004)
CTC Right to Ride Representative (2002 – )
Raced Brompton to 5th in Smithfield Nocturne Folding Bike Races (2007)
Founded [and received fantastic support with] Worthing Revolutions Cycle Campaign Group, Worthing Cycle Forum ( both open to public) and Cycling Embassy of Great Britain
Cotic RoadRat (Drop bar with components salvaged by Quest Adventure, Worthing from my Specialized Tricross that got hit in a SMIDSY (Sorry Mate I Didn’t See You) incident. The Tricross frame still hangs in their workshop as it was so battered)
For the train and occasional racing
Brompton 3-Speed in British Racing Green with BR Green Brooks B17 saddle
For the Mud
KHS Alite 3000 (2010) Mountain Bike
Batavus ‘Old Dutch’ (opa) 3 speed with integral lock, heavy duty rack, lights, mudguards, leather chaincase and coatguard. I defy anyone to not smile when they are riding this.
For all cycling campaigning/writing matters – email@example.com
For all comedy writing matters: firstname.lastname@example.org