I love a tunnel with a clatty atmosphere

Readers of the Evening News may have noticed the story concerning the re-opening of the Rodney Street Tunnel the other day. The story on the website has already attracted a couple of "Concerned of Vaguely Posh Bit of Town"-type moaning codgers complaining that the tunnel will become a magnet for jakies, graffiti, crime, piracy and satanism JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER TUNNEL IN THE WORLD. Tunnels such as this one: crawling with ravenous vampire-childs every night, spraying drug-graffiti everywhere. Despite being the longest and best tunnel this side of this side of Falkirk the Innocent Railway tunnel perhaps sports drink-children a couple of evenings a week during the summer and currently has about twenty bits of graffiti, most of which have been there for years. How any car-drivers can complain about there being somewhere else for cyclists to go so that the car drivers need not erroneously honk at cyclists correctly waiting for the right-hand filter at the bottom of Rodney Street is beyond me.

New boiler all installed and working. Three marvellous new expanses of cupboard space now lie as empty as an empty tunnel. Loads of dust and crap around the place and I had to break the old cold water tank into little pieces with a jigsaw in order to remove it from one of the cupboards but everything is generally quite nice. Even the dead, sweating apple on Hardwell Close this evening glowed with hope.

Two and a quarter hours to go until Friday.