Sunday, 1 February 2009

Why a ‘Brompton’ bike? Who is the patron saint of cycling?

I didn’t know the answers to either of these questions, until I read about a crap cycle lane in posh West London.

One of my favourite singers has a song named after this building. The song ends

No God up in the sky
No devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees

Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted, baby
By the absence of you.

The gal who broke poor Nick’s heart was, of course, Polly. You'll find the song on this album, which is all about the end of their relationship.

Here’s the song, with, in this instance, those last four lines mysteriously missing: