Good morning, cherished reader. I awoke today in robust form having overdosed on barbie with my brother and his family yesterday afternoon, but then I went to the papers this morning and had this shoved in my face.
What is it about cyclistas, especially those of a metrosexual, London-centric persuasion, who think that none of the rules that bind lesser mortals apply to them?
Listen, two-wheeled Taliban, wear a hard hat as other two-wheeled motorcyclists as obliged to do, wear a seat belt as motorists are obliged to do. Get some number plates like every other road user, and insurance for when you collide with a pedestrian and an MOT certificate for your conveyance, obey the rules of the road, including stopping at traffic lights and not riding on pavements you throbbers, that apply to every other road user and PAY ROAD TAX .
Oh, and lose the Lycra. It’s not cute and it’s not even funny. It’s just a lot of fat in a dayglo plastic bag drooped over a thin slice of synthetic leather. I have lost my breakfast on less offensive images.
OZ
There were cause for double celebrations in the Islamic republic of Iran last month. The Iranian Presidential election was won by the moderate Hassan Rouhani. Campaigning on limited government and equal rights for women it was a shock result. The wider world awaits in expectation that Rouhani delivers on another promise that he can settle longstanding questions about Iran’s nuclear program. Let’s hope there will be a new era of peace. 
Boadicea's Chariot 
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