I loved my old bike. I bought it when I started working with Photonolume. I rode it just about every day for two years and clocked-up over 2,000 miles.

I read recently that Caracas was the “murder capital of the world” (not something to mention on the holiday brochure). Well, I can tell you, Oxford is the “bike theft capital of the Thames Valley”. I know it doesn’t sound as hard, but it’s bloody annoying if you are a cyclist. If you leave your bicycle anywhere, you have to attach it to something very solid with a selection of chains that would have defeated Houdini. Everybody in Oxford knows this......except Danielle.

On 14th July 2008 she borrowed my bike without asking.

“I was only in there for 5 minutes.........I didn’t think anything would happen.”

Well, it did.

Lost love