we sure love devon!

Ollie invited George and I down to North Devon for a weekend and boy did I fall in love.

We suffered strolled from Morthoe to Lee, a beautiful coastal path which was certainly not without its rolling hills.

 

We rounded off the day by embracing Devon’s nightlife – the biannual “curry and quiz” in the Village Hall. Although quietly confident of romping home to victory, we were annihilated by the blue-rinsed competition in the gardening round.

To top off the weekend, Jennifer Saunders was on our train back to London. It took pretty serious restraint to stop myself shrieking “Lacrooooooix” to my childhood hero…more champagne darling?

why we love cycling..

…because you just don’t see sunrises like this from the depths of the Central Line.

And because I love going past the Albert Memorial every day. Did you know that after Albert died, Queen Victoria had a bath drawn and his clothes laid out every day until her death? Que romántico.

a man of questionable loyalty

After reading a great piece about classic football kits from one of my favourite clothes stores  Oi Polloi, I was compelled to buy myself.. wait for it… a replica France Away kit.

In my opinion the Breton inspired kit used last year during qualifying for this summers Euros, is a standout. As someone who doesn’t generally wear football strips all that often, its simple styling makes it a tee for more than just the 5-A-side pitch.

I don’t often get lambasted by my peers for the clothes that I wear, but the grief I’ve had from my buddies for buying this tee would make you think I’d denounced the Queen, swapped chips for frites and voted Sarkozy.

Unfortunately they’ve already changed it for this rather dull strip, which in my opinion is a loss for the away games in the Euros.