I have noticed that most of these 'Poots' are through exotic and interesting terrain. In contrast I thought I would take you on, what is, my monthly Streatham>Waterloo commute; a 'Com-mootal.

Here is 'One Man on a Brommie!'

Brom waiting and eager to kick off in Streatham



Backstreet Streatham. Property DNA? Mutant Houses! How does it work? I'll tell you.

If a burglar breaks in, the building takes a DNA sample, analyses it and then using a heuristic algorithm talks to the intruder, "I can't let you do that, Dave!" and proceeds to starve the room of oxygen whilst singing "Daisy, daisy, give me your answer do!"



Brom waits to cross the 'Sarf Circular'; part of the ring of pollution encompassing London.



Brom likes pubs. He takes me to many but we resist the Windmill on Clapham Common.



The cycle lane through the common.



A cycle-lane, of sorts on a sensitive bridge.



Can you guess what this is? The Thunderbird II launch pad, a ski jump or solar panels to power a train station?



I'm not at liberty to tell you what goes on in this building; hush, hush, official secrets act and all that.



Woman on a racer; lovely calfs - Embankment, Lambeth. I whizz past her, because I can.



The corridors of corruption. The clock at the end is Saint Stephen's Tower which contains Big Ben, a bell.
Spiney Norman is still looking for Dinsdale.