Sometimes, just sometimes the mountain *does* come to Mohamed.

Cycling home at 2230 hours, after a couple of shandys I was still not too pissed to notice the Cigsvan sitting at the lights at the top of Broughton St....

A quick u turn that may have been more y shaped due to my squiffy state and viola! A blip ( as the say in orchestral circles)

I treated myself to a celebratory Speyside malt and Thursday's Giro highlights when I got in.