Digested week: naked cyclists, Taylor Swift, the Euros

There are too many things going on this week that I can’t bring myself to care about. You can add the election to that list too

I was walking back from escorting Mum from Catford to Euston (the annual Preston visit is upon us – I would hide yourselves in the Trough of Bowland til the danger has passed, if I were you) because I am the perfect daughter, when I was suddenly confronted with the unexpected and to be frank deeply unwanted sight of a huge procession of naked cyclists bearing down on me as I tried to cross the road. Truly, no good deed (all the way to Euston! From Catford! Early in the morning because she likes to get there in time to meet herself coming back) goes unpunished.