I am not innately competitive, confident with new people, young or fit. So, naturally, a trip to the velodrome with a bunch of people I never met is a perfect idea, right?

Luckily, the Southsea Fixed Gear Fight Club boys are super friendly and made me feel really welcome (even though I nearly caused an accident at the start. Enough about that, though).

The trip confirmed that I’m not competitive, but I do love riding my bike as fast as I can. I don’t think I prefer riding on the velodrome to the road–it’s far too much pressure for me–but I’d happily go back again. The lack of cars and wind makes riding really easy and pleasurable. Typing that makes me feel like such an old man.

My friends Lily and Aidan got married (technically renewed their vows, I think – they got married in Hong Kong ages ago) at the weekend and had a lovely ceremony followed by a reception in this beautiful garden near Bournemouth. As I seem to have lost all ability to meet new people, I was naturally terrified the whole time, which probably made me riveting conversation. Nevertheless; met some great people over the weekend, even if I was too petrified to string together a sentence or introduce myself properly.

I need to shoot with my SLR more. I love the X-Pro1, but it can’t hold a candle to the D700 in basically all situations except ones where subtlety is paramount. Unfortunately, being 6″2 with ginger hair and 30mm holes in my ear lobes doesn’t exactly make subtlety easy for me at the best of times, so might as well just embrace it!

Also, go listen to this now. I reckon this is what Tim Minchin would be like if he tried to do music and comedy and not neither.

I accidentally turned my ISO to 200 instead of auto-3200, so the photos I took last night were a might blurry.

Luckily, got two. I’m a sucker for Mexican wrestling masks.

This situation wasn’t totally organic. I think Sudo did it for me.