Last minute March BAM in the early hours of Easter Sunday...
Here's a question for you who are guardians and interpreters of BAM rules: On the "a bike must be involved" question, are there any rules about the timescale and distances involved to make it one single "BAM" event?? Reasons for my question will hopefully become clear as you read/ look on below - certainly for me what follows was just one single fun 24 hours or so day and night out out
I'm the first one to admit I am a rather late starter when it comes to the whole raving thing, but I enjoy it... so having been to Printworks twice with young Miss Z, I thought F it why not, and got myself a ticket to Drumsheds, and decided to make a day of it, and do another thing I've been fancying for a while, which is to just ride around London for a bit on Santander bikes, taking advantage of the 30 minutes free, so making it very good value if you just swap bikes every half hour - worked a treat apart from when I got to Greenwich and found there were no docking stations anywhere that side of the river!
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But back to the beginning, I got up at 1.30 am on Staurday, drove to Cardiff, caught the National Express to Victoria, had a coffee then hopped on my first Santander bike and started off through Hyde Park in lovely morning sunshine. I'll just give you the pictures here not a whole description, I think you're all bright enough to work it out...
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Enjoyed a second coffee and a little sunbathing snooze at Battersea power station, already deciding by now that I was loving this day and this city
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The main touristy bit were a bit tricky to negotiate...
Just here at Westminster bridge I was pounced on whilst wrestling with docking the bike by a guy with a microphone saying he was doing interviews for radio London, followed by admitting that the microphone was fake and he was just really pissed and homeless...chatted for a bit, and after watching him looking increasingly crestfallen as I answered his succession of questions truthfully (Yes I believe in love at first sight, No I haven't fallen in love with you, No I don't think I'll come back and see you again) and politely declined his generous offers ox sexual services, I did agree to a selfie together, hoping this would provide a smooth cue to "Bye I'm Off Now". As he leant in and put his arm around me for the selfie, he forgot he had a can of beer in hand, and spilt it all down my back

, so I had a nice smell of stale lager following me around for the rest of the day ...
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Having just about recovered from this little interlude, I found myself being called to from another microphone wielding person, and soon found myself running a 400m sprint on a giant foam treadmill, for some charity event - as you do, all a bit random

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After walking through the Greenwich tunnel and after 8 bikes and 34km I boarded the train at the appropriately named Mudchute, as that would be where I would end up later that night...
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On to Drumsheds which if you didn't know is inside an old IKEA
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A few hours of techno, then back to Victoria and Cardiff, where the streets were again busy with revellers at half past eleven or something.
Drove back to near home, parked my car in my designated layby and headed to the start of the bridleway for my intended sleep spot. The bridleway being indeed a mudchute, and it felt a bit silly to be honest just taking my bike for a muddy walk in the middle of the night (but we all know why don't we...) When I reached the first gate I decided to abandon thoughts of walking all the way to the top, found the nearest flat spot and climbed into my bivvy bag for a few pretty restless hours, but under pretty starry skies at least.
I felt even sillier when I realised I'd left my phone in the car, ergo no photos, does that mean my BAM never happened? Or do you trust me??
This is a pretty pathetic attempt at proof:
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Sunrise, moon still up, stopped for a brew on the way home, where I arrived at 7 for a much needed bath to wash out the beer smell....
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