I've never stumbled over a Boris-Bike rank on my various recent trips to
London[1], nor of course would I impose a bike on my fellow travellers
on the train to London.


I've nearly stumbled over the odd cyclist though.

The place has gone mad - young eco warriors, cycling everywhere,
convinced they're saving the planet, though clearly not themselves for
a ripe old age.

If they don't end up under a bus the fumes, worthy of any a sixty a
day smoker, will get them first and you just know they're all non-
smokers (why?) as well.

Mad as a box of frogs, the lot of them, and surely absolute proof that
a little bit of knowledge can be a dangerous thing.