July 1st 2012, 4:24Pm

Home, Bradford.

Yeeeeeeaaaah! I'm back! Not that I actually went anywhere. Lots of time with work, bike riding, playing Mass Effect 3, and looking after my lovely wife and daughter have meant that I haven't had the willpower to drag myself 20cm over to my laptop and spend ten minutes typing up a diary entry. My future self will be pissed off with me for not keeping a detailed record of these good times, but I can hopefully make it up to him.

July is a MASSIVE month for the Bradford branch of the Skelton clan, all of us have our birthdays this month, and it is our wedding anniversary, so there is much to celebrate! I am going to make daily entries to give a good snapshot of my life this month, because I really do think it is going to be a goodie.

It started off brilliantly this weekend actually! One of Joanne's cousins got married, and we had quite a nice time at the ceremony and the meal afterwards, a good day and a good couple. I hope their marriage is as happy as mine.

I couldn't get too drunk at the wedding though, because today was the day of the Bradford Skyride! Sponsored by Sky, loads of roads in the city centre are closed off to traffic to make way for a 6km, traffic-free cycle ride all around Bradford! Lots of great family events, interesting bikes, good stalls and some brilliant riding in good weather. I had a wonderful time, and went around the course four times. It was nice to see a few of the kids from school out for the ride as well, though none of them were wearing helmets! I shall look forward to giving them a light-bollocking at work tomorrow for that.

I did feel sorry for some of the kids and families out on the ride though. The East Bradford Cycle team were out in force, trying to hold their own 'Tour De France' around the streets of Bradford. Shouting at little kids out for a pootle found the track to 'GET OUT OF MY WAY!' is NOT cool. Fortunately, the serious riders pissed off after lunch, so it was much more pleasant and civilised after they went. I went around the track four times, plus commuted there and back, a total of about 35km in two and a half hours. Not bad, but I need to lose weight and get a better bike for road riding if I really want to start burning up the streets of Bradford.

That'll do for today. Time to see if my stiff legs will get me off this couch.

PS. Quite a few people asked me what 'Jock-off' means. No, Americans, it is nothing to do with 'Jack-off'! It is a phrase used in parts of Northern England that means 'ridiculously big', it is generally considered to be swearing.