Fishing Spacks and The Sail Boat Boys!

London just wasn't the place for me. As a lad born within the working class area of Yorkshire, Rotherham to be exact, the bright lights of London always seemed enlightening with pleasure and treats to pull one from the fear of boredom. Now i'm 26, racing bike extraordanaire, there is something missing from the place that at one time appealed as a saving grace, a somewhat cultural paradise for a young man like me. I wasn't sure weather is was the apparent ignorance of other people, the loss of british identity or the strive towards greed that the place bought out in me but as soon as i stepped foot off the train i feel disgusted and repelled by people, disgusting animals. The train journey itself wasn't anything to write home about, but here i go. It was early on a Thursday morning, the train was stopping at all-sorts of one horse towns. At Derby a man got on and sat opposite me talking about how he'd just had a heart attack and survived and been through all sorts of rehabilitation to get himself back to full fitness. The poor bastard had even started cycling to get himself into shape. It might have been the fact that he stated he didn't like 'road' bikes that got my back up but i couldn't look at his fat confident face without asking myself why this man hadn't died? He continued to talk very loudly about his failing heart and how he thought he would have been one of the younger men in the 'heart attack rehabilitation' group, only to find he was second oldest at 40. So there are plenty of people suffering from heart attacks that were under 40? People eating too much fatty foods, foods with too much salt, not enough exercise, too much smoking. No fucking patience, no will to develop oneself. Seems if we human animals took as much pride in ourselves that we do in not taking pride in ourselves we'd conquer the world, take the bull by the horns, find a meaning that doesn't confuse, suppress and scare us like religion, instead of just bulldozing on like think pumped-up vermin.

The landscape on a train journey from Sheffield to London is quiet splendid. The line cuts thru yorkshire and derbyshire countryside. Out of both windows you can see fields and trees and everything thats great about the nature of rural England. The natural lie of of the land, the stooping contours, a perfect voyage for a bicycle to set sail. You can almost imagine what this world would look like if we had not come to settle here, just a universe on its own with no inhabitants. Like how we now see view Mars i guess, but not as red and powdery.