….are lyrics from one of my favourite tunes of the last 12 months written by the wonderful Delphic who are a kind of New Order lite. Their debut album was my favourite of 2010 (I bought 3 records from last year’s hit parade) and it’s already a strong contender for my album of the century.
As a cyclist I always stop for red lights, although this morning I was severely tested. The junction that really wound me up, and set the pattern for the morning, was St. Ann’s Road on Bury New Road. Leaving Prestwich village and heading south I could see the lights from a good distance and had watched them turn to red.
Good, I thought on approaching the park, they will be green and queued traffic would have dispersed by the time I reach them. But no, I was wrong. They stayed green for one of the major routes into Manchester for about 10 seconds (I kid you not) before going back to red. I duly applied my brakes, transfering all that valuable kinetic energy to heat in my wheel rims and rage in my head, and patiently waited. Nothing was waiting to turn out of St. Ann’s Rd. I shook my little fist and swore with all the might that my 5 foot 6 and a half inch frame could muster.
I then hit a series of reds including the very unlikely ped crossing near Broughton Library (there was a dog walker crossing). A stiff wind was also blowing hard into my face. No matter, I thought, it will all be behind me this evening.
I didn’t notice any tailwind on the way home.