Update. I left my old faithful bike in a damp cellar, put all my other wordly goods (as opposed to other-wordly, that would have been far too odd) in a big rucksack and headed to Amsterdam for the next 5 months, where I found another bicycle, it was destroyed by a garbage truck, I found another which had emotional problems (continually breaking down), worked in a book shop, learned to salsa dance, moved house 5 times, learned Dutch for 'plastic bag?', 'thankyou' and 'see you soon,' met mostly good people, missed Sinter Klaus and finally came back to Bristol to begin a glorious new career in advertising. Without a job. In a recession. I have rather a lot of free time on my hands as a consequence. It's like the Andes all over again - embarking
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