Well. The end of the story was a couple of trips to work with a decidedly dodgy bike as the freewheel clearly reached the end of its life. Replacing the part gave me two choices. The bike mechanic part of me knew that a new freewheel and rebuilding the hub would have been in some ways the right way forward. But, standing in the bike shop on a lunch-hour it soon became clear that a new (cheap) wheel was no more than a new part and the extra tool I'd need to fix it. When you factor in the stress of a hub rebuild, it was an easy choice to walk out with a new wheel.
Lacking the tools at work I had to nurse the bike home with a minimum of pressure through the pedals, crawling away from lights and up hills to get it home to swap the wheels out. Luckily I made it slowly and 20 minutes after I got in it was back together ready for the next commute. There was even good news as my fears about refitting the tyre (bearing in mind my previous stress) were unfounded. This time the tyre flew on with no need for a tyre lever at all, flattering my abilities.
Talking about things that are flattering, apparently riding a bike makes you super sexy ready for some dating event. It's hard to see if there could be anything more hipster than this dating event, but if that's what you're looking for...!
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