Took my orange fold-away brompton into camden for the first time today.
I cycled from the place of my wife's work near paddington station, onto the highly intricate canal system, where I took a wrong turn. Instead of Camden Lock I ended up in Willesden Junction near what seemed a secret government nuclear industrial estate. Passed a few vagrants that I know will end up in a script as a wise-old man archetypal character.
I spun around, found my way again through an amazingly green journey back towards paddington, then onto Camden.
Now I'm back at the office, editing everyone's favorite sock puppet, Szark.
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