Meadowbank Velodrome

An office day.

So needless to say I had to escape the corporate stiflefest that surrounds annual appraisal season. Managers shuffling around trying to strike the balance between praise and criticism; offering just enough of a glimpse of progression but not really.

To Meadowbank I did go; handily available on a bike and back in half an hour from the office as a lunch break. You've heard of the headless horseman? This one is more horseless head, man. Entirely appropriate given the disconnected vibe I felt in the office.

Still, dinner was good. Falafels. And Steak. Not together. Oh no.