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Where’s your key? | thatmessengerchick
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Bike, liberty, and the pursuit of free food. Laquo; The discomfort zone. Where’s your key? This entry was posted on June 30, 2011 at 6:14 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Feed You can leave a response. From your own site. 5 Responses to “Where’s your key? June 30, 2011 at 7:49 pm. Any chance we can get a better look at Mike’s shorts? They seem a tad too summery…. June 30, 2011 at 7:59 pm. July 5, 2011 at 4:06 pm. July 6, 2011 at 5:45 pm.
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Thank You | thatmessengerchick
https://thatmessengerchick.wordpress.com/2011/06/06/thank-you
Bike, liberty, and the pursuit of free food. Laquo; Drunk and disorderly. Words in the world. I nearly won a blogging award. But in the end I was pipped to the post by the excellent Bike Shop Girl. I’m still happy. I was delighted even to make it into the nominations, and never expected that an amateur blog like mine would stand any chance against some of the big names I was competing against. And given that the awards were based on a public vote, I suspect I have a lot of you to thank for my near-success.
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That Wage Slave Chick | thatmessengerchick
https://thatmessengerchick.wordpress.com/2011/05/22/that-wage-slave-chick
Bike, liberty, and the pursuit of free food. Laquo; Mind over muscle? That Wage Slave Chick. Only three weeks to go. But who’s counting? I’m counting.). This entry was posted on May 22, 2011 at 1:05 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Feed You can leave a response. From your own site. 5 Responses to “That Wage Slave Chick”. Ex Messenger of Doom. May 22, 2011 at 4:08 pm. You must be mega-bored! May 22, 2011 at 9:01 pm. Enter your comment here.
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One in, one out. | thatmessengerchick
https://thatmessengerchick.wordpress.com/2011/02/13/one-in-one-out
Bike, liberty, and the pursuit of free food. Laquo; Here we go again…. One in, one out. Well, I’m sure you’ve all been on tenterhooks waiting to find out what I decided to do about the bike issue. New ride? Or replace 200 worth of bits on the Condor, only to have it go wrong again two months down the line? In the end, I went for the former option. Meet Evelyn:. It just made sense. Condor. This entry was posted on February 13, 2011 at 6:40 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. Feed You can leave a response.
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Epinephrine | thatmessengerchick
https://thatmessengerchick.wordpress.com/2010/07/07/epinephrine
Bike, liberty, and the pursuit of free food. Laquo; Couscous Wars. Emptiness is a relative term. And this afternoon I had (yet another) close encounter with a van, after foolishly launching myself into a fast-closing gap on Park Lane, and braced myself for an earful of stupidfuckinbitchgetoutthefuckinroadyafuckinwanker. But the van carried on driving alongside me for a few moments, and the driver leant out of the window, and very calmly – and almost amicably – said. Later on, I nipped into Brixton Cycles.
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The End | thatmessengerchick
https://thatmessengerchick.wordpress.com/2011/08/01/the-end
Bike, liberty, and the pursuit of free food. Laquo; The end of an all-too-short era. Well, it had to happen eventually. I couldn’t just ride around in circles in central London for the rest of my life. Last summer I started to get itchy feet. And very quickly it became apparent that I was going to have to find a bigger circuit. And since I don’t do anything by halves, I’m going for the biggest of them all. In a month’s time, I leave to cycle round the world. Instead I’ll comfort myself with the wis...
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How ridiculous | thatmessengerchick
https://thatmessengerchick.wordpress.com/2011/07/14/how-ridiculous
Bike, liberty, and the pursuit of free food. Laquo; A tailwind day. The end of an all-too-short era. You might have seen this in St James’s Square, SW1. It had never occurred to me that my stationary and unattended bicycle might pose such a threat to the general public. With this in mind, I have started to brainstorm a few other signs that I feel ought to be displayed around London, for our own safety. Black cab drivers can cause psychological trauma to cycle couriers and will be removed without notice.
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Drunk and disorderly | thatmessengerchick
https://thatmessengerchick.wordpress.com/2011/05/27/drunk-and-disorderly
Bike, liberty, and the pursuit of free food. Laquo; That Wage Slave Chick. I have just drunk a bottle of wine and several cocktails, and really shouldn’t be posting on my blog. And I. Shouldn’t be cycling home from central London, which I just did. If you’re one of my parents you should probably stop reading now. Actually, it’s too late – you might as well carry on.). I know, I know. You can spare me the lecture. Imagine a fish out of water. Yes? Flailing and flapping and gasping and spluttering? Right, ...
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The end of an all-too-short era | thatmessengerchick
https://thatmessengerchick.wordpress.com/2011/07/21/the-end-of-an-all-too-short-era
Bike, liberty, and the pursuit of free food. Laquo; How ridiculous. The end of an all-too-short era. Things haven’t felt right for a while. 8217;, and then realize I’m wrong, and it’s just this unspecified floppiness. And all this movement is deadening the effort I put in. My legs have lost their spring and strength, and I feel as if I’m struggling to push a heavy old bike with flat tyres up a muddy hill, into a headwind. And the rim for signs of impending doom. Feed You can leave a response. 12 Response...
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Words in the world | thatmessengerchick
https://thatmessengerchick.wordpress.com/2011/06/18/words-in-the-world
Bike, liberty, and the pursuit of free food. Laquo; Thank You. Words in the world. I’m back on the road. Thank god. Back to legitimate binge eating. Second breakfast, 9.30am. (Might also have been third breakfast. I lose track.). And back to feeling like I’m part of the world again. 8220;Am I in the right place with this? 8220;Whereabouts is your postroom please? 8220;And what’s your name? 8220;How do I spell that? 8220;Just sign in the box please.”. 8220;Thank you.”. 8220;You too.”. Was given a much gre...