Each week, the Independent runs a “50 best.…” article in its Saturday magazine. This week, my better half alerted me to the fact that the subject was bicycles. I eagerly looked through the pages to find.….that the only Pashley to make the top 50 was a Poppy!!! Outrage!
I guess only a select few have the taste and style to appreciate the Guv’nor’s unmatched appeal!
The online version you have discovered relates to the last time bicycles were featured in The Independent’s “Top 50..” series — March 2010. There is an online version of the 14th May 2011 review which is sadly as devoid of any mention of the esteemed Guv’nor as the printed copy.
In some ways, this is more puzzling, as having acquired knowledge of such a fine machine, there can be even less excuse for the Guv’nor’s absence from the top 50 this time around!
However, I shall remain confident that my choice of steed is my personal ‘No. 1′ and likely to remain so indefinitely.
I’ll second that, Mr Fenrir. By the way Sir, I shall be in SW6 on Saturday if you’re free to indulge in a Pale Ale or two at The White Horse? And indeed I shall extend the invite to all Guvnor owners in the vicinity, for that matter! My reason for being in London town this weekend is a bizarre one… those jolly nice chaps at GQ have requested my presence for a tweedy photo shoot on the Sunday. The poor fellow left with the job of Photoshopping the end results will have a lot of airbrushing to do.
Mr Adam, (chortle) I have no illusions about the forthcoming shoot… more so after receiving a sheepish sounding e-mail which went along the lines of: “Sir, would it be too much trouble, and if it is then it really isn’t a problem at all... but, could you bring your bicycle so that it may be photographed, too?”. ‘Tis only right that such a thing of beauty should be at the fore, in sharp focus, with myself lurking in the background… somewhere… decidedly out of focus. Still, should be a fun day!
Mr Fenrir, apologies for the short notice but I only got word from GQ yesterday. I am planning on arriving at Parsons Green for lunchtime on Saturday, so I would be free from 1pm up ’til 4pm. See how the land lies at HQ, I’ll look forward to hearing from you either way.
Mr MGcC, seeing as though we are revealing our affections for our trusty steeds in public, I shall confess to naming mine Algernon– a given name which derives from the Norman-French soubriquet Aux Gernons, meaning ‘with moustaches’. Hurrah to that! I think I might regret this confession in the cold light of day…
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