... a slave begins by demanding justice and ends by wanting to wear a crown...

I've been feeling a little under the weather just lately - think I might have a bit of a chest infection or something.  I took yesterday as a day's leave because of the previous night's exertion leading to me having a bit of a hangover... any other time I would have rested, but I just had to exercise (first time since Tuesday) or I would have gone stir crazy.  I become like that through lack of exercise at the best of times, but yesterday so much was infuriating me and on my mind, I had to do something about it.

So I headed out on the bike on a 42 mile round trip up to Emley Moor transmitting station and back.  Completed at a decent pace this is a quite challenging ride and yesterday the End of Days style headwind on the outward journey simply added to the suffering.  Suffering?  Yes; suffering.  It's a funny old game is road cycling, many experienced cyclists live by the mantra: "if it doesn't hurt then you're doing it wrong" and Greg LeMond was once quoted: "it doesn't get easier, you just go faster."  I would be inclined to agree; over 50 or 60 miles I probably average 3mph quicker than I did a year ago, but that's for the same given [large] effort and glass-cranking along at last year's average mph simply isn't acceptable to my Roadie alter ego.

So if you've clicked the link above and know my neck of the woods, you'll see I headed out through Featherstone, Nostell, Ryhill, Cold Hiendley, Chevet Grange, Notton, Woolley, West Bretton and then along Denby Dale Road before turning right onto Woodhouse Lane to make the ascent up to the transmitting station.  The final climb is a relatively gentle 3 miles, but the gradient does ramp up in a few places - you don't appreciate how far you've climbed until you turn around to commence the return journey and are tramming along at ~35mph after a few seconds without even touching the pedals.  Shift into 50/11, spin up and watch out for wet mud and ramblers.

So what was playing on my mind so much that I felt the need to bury myself for 2.5hrs, up hill into a headwind with a bad chest?  One or two little things, where do I start?

The Government Spending Review took place on Wednesday (20th October 2010) and as far as I'm concerned there were no real surprises.  Okay I couldn't have accurately predicted the exact numbers, but it was fairly obvious where cuts would be made.  I'm working as an external consultant in the public sector at the moment and because of this second wave of recession I'm out of a job in a month... I'm not thrilled about this, but I'm bloody realistic about the whole thing and understand what's happening.  So it PISSES me off when proposed job cuts where I'm currently based are met with incredulity similar to what I witnessed at ABC cinema when Doc's DeLorean went back in time 30 years from 1985 to 1955 in a split second.  Nobody wants anyone to lose their job and we all understand how public sector cuts affect us all, but it had to happen this time around... the Public Sector Gravy Train has derailled and the passengers aren't at all happy.  The Private Sector has dealt with it (twice now) so they need to deal with it, step outside the bubble and... welcome to the real world.

I passed by some demonstrations on my lunch break the other day; they were chiefly concerned with the hike in University tuition fees.  I totally feel prospective students' pain... if I'd been a year later into University I'm not sure the family unit would have been able to support me given the fee hike which occured back then.  The key to any debate/demonstration is to have a good, solid, fact-based argument.  What you don't need is a chippy bloke in double-denim claiming that the Tories have introduced higher fees in order to "prevent working class kids from going to University".  I was actually listening until he stepped up and came out with that load of bollocks.  I agree it will result in kids from less affluent familes not being able to attend University, but it isn't the fucking reasoning behind the hike!  I resent people putting us in class pigeon holes anyway - we are one.  If this bloke wants to place himself in a class pigeon hole, then that's his perogative but I really don't appreciate him grabbing a mic and getting all chippy about it in a public space.  Thanks.

In a bid to balance out the influence of X Factor, may I take this opportunity to introduce you to a band that I'm a big fan of?  Young Rebel Set are currently unsigned but - in my humble opinion - more talented than the fame seeking X Factor contestants.  Give them a listen.

Thanks for reading and apologies for the rant!