“A convoy of paramilitary cyclists, nudging and tinging, slipstreaming, wheel-hugging on the towpath, is a sound installation in perpetual motion: rubber squeak, coot cough, rattle of paving slabs. And then, behind a picture window on the ground floor of the flats, more bicycles, heavy, cumbersome, arranged like an indoor docking station, waiting for sponsorship from Barclays.”

Another absolutely brilliant Iain Sinclair piece in the London Review of Books this week examining the phenomenon of the London wide cycle hire scheme. You can read it online here.