damn crank

It was my first bicycle ride since I had got back from my holiday, I was seriously unfit, just getting about five minutes from my house and I was already struggling. I still had the feat of climbing Richmond hill ahead of me. I went with a friend but had to wait ages for him to get to my house before we could set off on our way. We had arranged to meet Dominic near his work then go on a sort of mini pub crawl around the Ham/Richmond area.
On the way back home, we managed to get through Richmond park in the pitch darkness, I could feel there was something not quite right about my bicycle. When we got to Kingston bridge my left side crank fell off, I was in a bit of a predicament, I would have to walk over an hour to get home now. I tried to go along without it, it wasn't really happening. Andrew my friend gave me a hand by letting me hold onto his bag and he pulled me along for a bit.
Suddenly out of nowhere he spotted a guy on the side or the road doing something to a bike. We stopped along side and I asked him if he had a ratchet I could use to try and get the bolt back on so I could at least ride my bicycle home and sort it out another time. I was expecting him to simply bring out a set of ratchets and leave me be to try and sort it. Oh no, he did it all himself, he pretty much fixed me bike, enough to get me home fine.
What a cool guy, he was a serious biker and said he was loading his bike into his car as he was going to take part in a mountain bike race the following day. I wished him luck, said thanks and left.

the last supper

what started out as a simple day with a plan to go to the Notting Hill carnival ended up in quite a peculiar occurrence. I had stayed at my brother, Dominic's house the night before, I had a lay in and woke up around 11, then I got the tube to my uncles place. We went to the Notting Hill carnival after we had eaten lunch, as per normal it was a great big anti-climax, so I said to my uncle, Frank 'we should probably go and maybe check out a local pub and sit down and have a quiet beer, I think Dominic said he was up for meeting us around here somewhere.' I gave him a call and we arranged to meet up in a pub just off Kensington high street called 'The Prince of Wales'. He met us, we had a pint then left to go to another pub around the area somewhere. Dominic wanted to take us to this other pub around the corner, I didn't mind having a change of scenery. We went to the pub, had a pint, then left to go to yet another pub. We stayed in this last pub for a while, enough time to have a few pints, play a few games of scrabble and even get a big plate of chips. In one of our scrabble games, Dominic managed to get the letters to spell 'c**ted'. After we finished our beers we left the pub, I was going back to Frank's place, Dominic was going home. There was a bin not too far from the pub that we walked past on our way out. In the bin was a print of 'the last supper', it was a really good quality print on what felt more like material than paper. I picked it up and took it, I had no real intentions of doing anything with it. As soon as we walked off, a random black guy appeared from the doorway of a house, he asked 'you getting rid of that?' I told him 'well no, why, do you want it?' to my surprise he just quickly came out and said 'yes!' what was even more baffling about the whole thing was that he walked straight into a pub next to us, even more so his trousers were falling down and his bum was clearly out on show. How bizarre, I found the last supper and gave it away in under a minute.