Friday, August 17, 2007

The cycling tour

One reason I haven't posted very often this Summer is ownership of a new bike. For an hour each evening I pedal Pither-like the same scenic route uphill, inland and back along the seafront. But I don't escape literature. Not only do I listen along to podcasts from Santa Monica and Stanford, but at the furthest reach I pass the home of Rudyard Kipling (brother of the famous Ronnie Kipling) and then, nearer home, the abode of Terence Rattigan. No sign of Clodagh Rodgers yet.


  1. John Osborne spent a year living at 7a Arundel Terrace.

    "To shudder one's last, thrusting replete gasp between the sheets at 4 and 6 o'clock in Brighton would be the most perfect last earthly delight," he wrote.

    I don't suppose there's an Ann Quin blue plaque in Brighton either.

  2. Yep, I cycle by that road too. He should've known there are no degrees of perfection though!

  3. Anonymous4:49 pm

    This sounds worth the on-line sacrifice! You inspired me to get back to swimming this morning. I believe there's an underwater ipod somewhere.

    The contrast: the dearth of cultural/historical landmarks in my city of that wretched Mouse is frightening. The ones we have with even a few years on them are torn away to make way for the new.

  4. Spaking of bicycles: Flann O'Brien in the Third Policeman has one of the greatest soliloquies about a bike ever written.

    As an avid cyclist here in NYC--and as prudish as it may sound--I encourage you to keep the volume down on the ipod and wear a helmet! We need at least 500 more posts from you without brain damage.

    What kind of bike did you buy?

  5. I got one of these Todd:
    Meant for commuting, so narrow wheels.

    Of course there's a long cycling scene in Molloy too.



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