A dozen regulars maybe, adding up to 34 in all. Three brave longboarders. No

sound system.

Normal route, up around the roundabout, through the underpass, piddling off the

Kingsway western towards Covent Garden, fiddling through Seven Dial.

Limited numbers did not dampen highspirits, except in some initial

disappointment amongst the visiting crowd. Good chat sprinkling through.

We whirled around Seven Dials itself in an act of Sufi devotion, occupying it

for several minutes until nausea set in.

Filtered south Upper St Martins, West on Cranbourn, North along Charing Cross

Road and holding at Cambridge Circus for reunification.

Dipped through Soho like a swarm of Salmon and down along Oxford St. Filtering

traffic and waiting at red lights.

At the Circus an altercation with a hackney cab driver led to the involvement

of the local constabularly.

A discussion entailed as to whether any laws had been broken and the group

showed team spirit in not abandoning the interrogated one. The police seemingly

decided that it was not worth the fag of having the Circus blocked while we

were all hauled away - so - free to continue down Oxford St.

The wind blew the rain in our jolly faces.

I quit here. About 8pm.

I suppose the absent cyclists were steeling themselves for New Years and

couldn't face coming along. Quite reasonable.

A very Merry Christmas to all, and may you safely avoid the Goblin of the birth

of the new year and passing of the old.

Hicks.

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