A blog for Sally, who will be missed.
In Oxford, cyclists are everywhere. But you're really not an Oxfordian until you are hit by a car whilst cycling that is either a white van in actuality, or full of children late for school...
Curse you, Chanel!
(I never look like this.) Riddle me this: Why on earth am I only attracted to frames which, on average, start at a price level of ridiculous? It's always been this way, ever since I could go and purchase my own glasses. Never do the cheap frames fit me, oh no, it's always Chanel or... Continue Reading →
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