My day started with a real bang the other morning, when my bike tyre exploded. Everyone stared, wondering if it had been a gunshot.
Forced to find another way in to work, I took full advatage of being on the bus and tube with commuters to eavesdrop ... and the conversation was not typical for a grey and chilly urban midweek schlep. It was all horses and foxes. Not the hunt gathering sort of conversations, but outrage at…