Electric Counterpoint, Asphodel Meadows, Carmen

At the Royal Opera House.  The secret to a good ballet, as well as Sarah Lamb, I've discovered, is not just the ballet, but booking a meal during the interval in the Balcony restaurant.

Couldn't quite work out why the critics disliked the Carmen so much (too slight, despite the crude jerky movement?), thought the second piece very mature for a 24-year old, and impressed by the first one; although the promise of the projection wasn't perhaps explored enough?

Sus

A film, which everyone said was too stagey (without saying that this actually worked very well for the subject matter).  Liked it because someone I know was the assistant director, and also liked it in a gloomy way because it was the day after the election.  It all seemed worryingly prescient.  Let's hope not.

Bike Snob

Currently, an old Etonian is driving towards Downing Street.  I'm sure he's not a snob.  However, I have just finished, in a couple of short chomps, Bike Snob.

You probably know the blog, and if you don't you should.  There are nice stickers (one is now on my bike), some excellent illustrations, and an altogether well-put together feel - as it should be for BSnobNYC's book.

More than that, it's a great read, probably the perfect introduction to cycling for the neophyte.  And what's more, contains some of the best short bits of prose on why cycling is so great.  Bike Snob is revealed as a softie at heart.