This is hard-core London, and just before Farringdon station you will be able to glimpse the vast steel pipe that carries what was the Fleet River and is now the Fleet sewer over your head. The Fleet looks safely contained now, although you never know. It surprises me that no terrorist has made common cause with the surly and embittered Fleet, which, in Peter Ackroyd's words became 'a river of death' as it sidled through the meanest streets of London en route to the Thames.

And so on Friday evening, the Tour communique listed Bassons as a non partant. Cyclingnews.com

The blizzicane of '93 drenched Hampton Roads with monsoonlike rains Saturday morning, ripped the area with near-hurricane force wind in the early afternoon then began dropping some light snow after nightfall.

It was a little past ten that night when his nurse, Sylvia of the Bedpans, came tiptoeing in with sleeping pills on a little tray and told him that his friend, Detective Leary, had just been delivered to the emergency room in a meat wagon.