Ah, karma...

After my perfect morning commute, I got a pinch flat and picked up a nail on the way home. After 20 mins buggering about in a pub car-park with my last tube-patch, I went inside and ordered up an air-strike - the missus eventually picked me up in her Volvo.

The bargirl was quite happy to let me use the phone though (my mobile's battery was dead and I had no cash on me) while staring at the various bulges in my lycra.

I almost felt uncomfortable...