Driving to town today whilst listening to Radio 4.
They were playing a 2005 episode of “I’m sorry I haven’t a clue” with the irreplaceable and sadly departed Tim Brook-Taylor and Jeremy Hardy.
Jeremy’s lustily sung version of “Roxanne”, voiced exactly like Sting but with a thick Geordie accent was comedy brilliance, reducing me to helpless laughter so that I actually had to pull over to the side of the road briefly.
A portly young lad zipped past me, cycling at speed along the cycle way.
From the back, I could see that his coat sleeves were flapping emptily at his sides.
I pulled out and drove on, looking back in curiosity as I passed him, just to confirm that he had his coat open and his hands on the handlebars.
I was intrigued to see that he actually had his arms crossed across his front inside his coat, which was zipped up, and he was pedalling “hands free”.

Hmmm.

Forward planning, risk assessment and insurance are obviously not concepts he is familiar with.