Metallica – O2 Arena, London

Metallica rocked, TFL however did not. Thanks to them closing the Jubilee line, it took us 4 hours to get from North Greenwich back to Harrow.

The setlist was apparently something like this:

That Was Just Your Life
The End Of The Line
Harvester Of Sorrow
…And Justice for All
One
Broken, Beat And Scarred
My Apocalypse
Sad But True
The Outlaw Torn
The Judas Kiss
The Day That Never Comes
Master Of Puppets
Fight Fire With Fire
Nothing Else Matters
Enter Sandman

Overkill
Hit The Lights
Seek and Destroy

Given that my Metallica exposure pretty much stops with the Black Album, the first half was somewhat unfamiliar, but the latter part was superb, especially the finale of Seek and Destroy.

Cold toes and aching legs

Out again for the more or less the same ride as last week, but with Ian this time instead of Sandy. This week it ended up being 0.3 miles further, 20 seconds slower, and a few degrees colder than last time.

X-Trail vs X-Trail

I’ve now had the loan of a 56-plate X-Trail for just over a week, and quite frankly I can’t wait to get rid of it. It’s a face-lifted version of my own 03-plate, but in my opinion a lot worse. Admittedly the engine is more powerful/less knackered than mine, but that doesn’t make up for the downsides.

Firstly, the seats and doors are trimmed with what appears to be a nylon version of sand paper, it’s utterly utterly horrible and makes my skin crawl every time I brush up against it. To be fair though the mid-range X-Trail Columbia isn’t really meant to compete luxury-wise with my own range-topping SVE.

The driving position feels a lot worse, the centre console seems wider and gets in the way of my left leg, and I can’t seem to get my right leg comfortable at all, even with the seat all the way back. I feel sorry for anyone taller than me who tries to drive one.

The sat nav in the centre console is almost unreadable in sunlight if you have the sunroof cover open.

The adjusters for the mirrors and lights have been tucked further down on the console to the point where someone my height (6’2") can’t actually see them to operate the buttons.

The power steering is far too light and devoid of any feel, making driving the car a somewhat numb experience.

There seems to be a lot more body roll, possibly a result of softening the suspension slightly to cope with the 17" alloys which replace the 16" ones of the pre-facelift versions, mine certainly feels a lot more stable.

Hopefully mine will be back in time for the trip to London on Friday.

Aching legs

Somewhat belatedly I’ve finally done my first proper ride of the year, a gentle 20 miles to Avoncliffe and back on the cross bike. My right knee is now aching slightly, probably because it’s not used to doing any exercise. It was also the first proper ride on the Uncle John, which after a brief bar readjustment at Avoncliffe feels almost perfect, the chain needs some oil though.