Plymouth, land of cosmopolitanism and Christians bearing gifts

I went into the city center for the first time in ages today. Because I've lived in or around Plymouth my whole life, town can be quite boring. I always go in with the intention of buying loads of stuff, but end up coming out empty handed or with none of the items I wanted. Today was no exception. I went in looking for shorts and maybe a new pair of trainers, and came back with a pair of trousers and sunglasses.

Still, lots of interesting things happened while I was in there.

I saw Animal sponsored stunt mountain bikers. Here's a pic:


Crazy jumping biker guy. How cosmopolitan.

Then after that, I was approached by some Christians. I was afraid at first, lest they persecute me for something. However it appeared they were just concerned for my welfare. They must have thought I looked malnourished or something, because they gave me a hot cross bun:


Holy Bun, Batman!

I was concerned at first, as the Christians could have poisoned the bun, so that I too could die for their sins. However, I was hungry, and I like hot cross buns, so I ate it anyway.


All that was left after I had eaten the bun was this inedible (I checked) napkin.

Nobody had poisoned my bun, and I lived through the very plesant experience without any ill effects or mental scarring.

Then walking home, I decided to take a picture of some of the many crane-monsters that have invaded the top end of town. They're not small, they're far away.


"Rrrrraaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!" They're very slow, but sometimes they move.

This marked the end of my journey, as I was almost home. I only live about 5 minutes walk from the center of town, so the adventure wasn't very trecherous, but still, I survived stuntbikes, Christians, and Crane-Monsters.

It would seem that I'm an adrenaline junkie, because now I'm off to Cornwall, near England on my bike. The sun is shining, the roads should be warm, so I'm off to tear up some road, on this:


Brrrrrooooommmmmmmm!

Later!