Good to meet fellow urc-ers (John and Rich) yesterday. Found the "pub"
OK and hung around looking for cyclists. I now know what it must have
been like to be a homosexual in the 50's; by my Altura you will know me.
Fortunately Rich was recognisable from his web site (maybe I was too).
We were guessing when it came to you, though, John and whenever a
suspiciously lost looking person wandered by we dropped trigger words
like "dynamo" and "sprocket" into the conversation. As it turned out
subtlety of this nature was not required. We realised this when someone
wearing SPDs, tights and a cap with LED on the rear strolled in.
I'm sure you won't be suprised to learn that after I bolted my pint and
shot off, my train turned up 10 minutes late.