On my way home from work last night I was concentrating so hard on not being knocked off my bike by an idiot in a car that I missed my turn. I decided that it’d be easier to carry on and look for a signpost than to turn round. Absolutely no signs later I found myself in Golders Green which, for those who don’t know London, is nowhere near a sensible route between the West End and Walthamstow.

On the plus side, at least the bike got a decent run.