Blog Norwich

I spy it. I hope they’re camped there to catch the bloody pavement cyclists that run down here, although it’s probably more likely that they’re tracking the OAPs on the way to Castle Mall post office, to make sure they’re really 65. Some of them don’t even stoop these days so you can’t be too sure. Maybe they’re even on the lookout for the Costessey chariots parked up on the path on the double yellow lines, dropping Fashanu off to the catholic school, as I try and squeeze past with my shopping trolley full of yesterday’s bread.

I expect they’re just parked there because they’ve gone to the corner shop for a sausage roll. They probably know I’m typing this.