Throwing my hat into the ring, I'd like to cast my vote for Jeremy Corbyn. I've met the man, and he's as straightforward as you'll ever find a politician can be. In truth I think some of his policies are daft, and some if implemented would hurt me. So why would I vote for the 'loony left'? For me it's very simple: for the last two decades our democracy has been substantially undermined by having three parties that essentially occupy the same ground...they're policies are essentially the same...shades of the same grey. I believe that for everyone's benefit we need to have at least two, and preferably three parties each one with a different vision of the future of the country. With Corbyn heading up the Labour party there is a different vision that we can all review, assess and either buy into or vote for something different. Should he win, the media will have a field day, but I hope that the desire for change will be sufficient to create a momentum which will see Britain return to being a country that truly believes that in fairness for all - rich and poor.
As a cyclist, I see my life flash before my eyes all too often. I would describe myself as assertive rather than aggressive...but sometimes I can be pushed beyond my limits. The other day whilst going round a roundabout, a driving school car pulled out in front of me, causing me to brake and swerve. I screamed loudly, and then took off after him, as he was also driving the same direction. I had assumed it was the instructor that had told the learner to go, so my wrath was directed at him. It being the rush hour, it was long before I had caught up, and then he had to stop at traffic lights. As I let rip at the open window on the passenger side, I suddenly saw that the instructor was holding a tick-box form with notes on. He was indeed not an instructor, but an examiner. Calmly he asked me to cycle on, explaining he was merely an 'observer'. I assume the learner failed...he should have done as his manouvre was dangerous...but there was a twang of guilt.
The Cat's Mother and I had a short break to Lisbon last week...neither of us had been there before, and we managed to get a great deal at The Four Seasons Hotel. It was lovely, and we had a brilliant few days, even if it was a little tainted by TCM having her purse taken. Highlight of the trip was a four hour trip round the city on a vintage motorcycle - TCM was very comfortable in the side car. Here's some pics