We’re playing really local tonight so I’ve only got to set off to the gig about 15 minutes before!
I decided to pop to Doncaster Pride for an hour… On the bike and the train! 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈👨❤️👨👩❤️👩👩❤️👨🚴 hoping to get a pride sticker to put on the bike.
I cycled to Rotherham via a haircut and my favourite coffee shop before heading to the railway station.
On the train I met a Viking reenactor. We talked reenactment of our comparitive periods (consider that our periods are as far apart as mine is to the present day).
To be perfectly honest, bisexual me wanted to keep him as a pet. Is that so wrong?
From Doncaster station I then cycled over to the Pride event which was in a park at the back of town.
The event itself was pretty good, I’m glad to see Doncaster really supporting this.
As I was about half an hour from leaving, and just tucking into a chocolate coated cone (go on, hate me, you know you want to) I got the distress call from my good lady. She needed a AAAA battery for her laptop stylus. The only place with one locally was about a mile from me… So off I went… Up Wheatley Hall Road to Argos for the said rescue mission, punching the wing mirror of a van totally blocking the cycle lane and footpath on the way up there and making me squash through an 18″ gap between his van and a week. The twat shouted “was that necessary”, to which I shouted back “it made me feel fucking better”. Which it did.
I then rode back to the station (said van had gone) to find my train had been cancelled! 😫
My offered option was a train to Meadowhall and then a train back into Rotherham (I would have to wait at Meadowhall for 25 minutes to change), or wait for the half four train which would have been over an hour, then would have got me late too home for the gig, so I went for the first option.
On arrival at Meadowhall I dismissed the train option and decided to ride the short distance over to the tram train stop at Tinsley. The next tram-train wasn’t for almost an hour. For FUCKS SAKE!!!
My final option, therefore, was to ride the eight mile journey home.
The really annoying thing?
It’s nine and a half miles home from Doncaster! I could have just cycled home from Doncaster!
So I had a McDonald’s and the world felt better.
I also asked the driver of this car “do you always park like a cunt, or is it a Saturday special?”
He was quite clearly thick. I often wonder how these people even managed to get a driving licence. It really is a good job breathing and heartbeats are automatic systemic processes otherwise they’d probably forget to do them.
So here’s the photos. Have a great day!
You really got railroaded on this one. A real cluster fuck. I know you are a large man but punching someone’s van could get you in a potentially violent situation. The guy in the van could have been a 6 ft 8 in body builder on roids.
Eventful day! Two truly lovely interactions 😂
Most drivers are lazy and inconsiderate dicks to be honest.