End of European Summer 2003:

OK, I was going to make this a dodgy copy & paste effort, but thought, nah, a group email will do just fine.

I just came back from a 3 hour bike ride. I'm kinda new (well, shall we say born again) to this riding thing. City riding anyway. Cycled all along the canals from East London to Notting Hill, watched the skaters do their stuff there and then back to Camden for an icy drink. Then as I didn't want to ride up Pentonville Road (think long constant incline, busy smelly fumey type road. Long story short, I found a nice residential alternative hill, ended up at Arsenal Stadium, and eventually found my way back to the flat. Man, so tired. But it was good.

Oh yeah and I almost got mugged in my own entry way last night. Little brat (insert as coarse words as you wish instead of brat). My areas dodgy as, and I constantly check over my shoulder and no one was about, key was in the lock, I went in, Sarah-May went in, and then she screamed! The 'youth' had sprinted from the road and was trying to get in/or at her bag! Thank god for that extra 5 kilos I have put on since I got to London, as our door is one of those slow release heavy things so it doesn't bang. Which means I had to use every bit of strength (and extra kilos) I had to shut the door. Lucky, my father always wanted a son first, and taught me the basics behind rugby tackling and scrums, I dug in my heels, dropped my left shoulder into the door and punched with my right…

Insert more harsh words now. It sucks. I mean I had £6 in my wallet, which is hidden in a secret pocket in my jacket. But my friend had a hand-bag - moral of the story never have a hand bag and don't look like a girl. Back to trousers and trainers for me. Skirts on in daylight hours. I reckon I've put a big dent in his ego though. Beaten off my a girl in kitten heels....glad the adrenaline worked and went into fight mode.

Needless to say, I am with holding this info from my family....
How was everyone else's weekends?