I couldn't settle on a blog title for this one.
'Hemmed in at Hemel' sort of worked, as I did feel hemmed in early doors, but it feels a more Tayloresquian than BRAPensian title.
'If you've got it, Flaund it', I liked. But I worry how many people would actually be aware of Flaunden, or could see where I was going with that one.
'Bride(ns) of Chucky / Frankenstein / BRAPenstein'. Obscure and maybe a bit too odd.
'A tale of Wo-burn'. I mean, it is true, but for such dark reasons, even punning on it feels wrong.
So in the end, and considering I was much later in Leighton Buzzard than I wanted, and it trips off the tongue, I've gone with 'Late in Buzzard'.
Shall we start the blog? Yes, let's.
|Colin shocked at the lack of ballast in today's breakfast|
For the second consecutive Saturday, I was Herts bound, and yet again, the rumoured engineering works between York and London failed to materialise, much to my relief/delight.
|Queuing single file at the bar for no reason other than to set my teeth on edge|
|Our hero, right, introduces a mate to his laptop buddy|
If this was a BRAPA holiday day with an overnight stop or 7, I'd have walked the hour + to Bridens Camp, north of town, in the absence of any bus service remotely close.