Sunday, May 31, 2009

OUTING: Dating agent

You'll do for our mate, you will.
How old are you? That's a good age.
What do you do? Oh, that's alright.
Are you single?
Do you have kids?
You'll do for our mate. Don't you think so Lil?
She'd like you.
How old are you?
You might do for me.
Our friend will like you.
What do you do again?
Can I have your number? I'll give it to our friend.
She'd like you.
How old are you?

CYCLING: Bug's strife

Cyclists eat more than their fair share of bugs. It goes without saying.

Two lbs an average pedestrian's year according to Catherine.

A failed operation to persuade my face to breathe through nose and not mouth has left me even more susceptible.

I would say I eat two or three insects a saddled week.

But beware... turning to look at Downland views can worsen matters.

You may not know but they’re a lot harder to get out of one’s ear hole, ill equipped as we are to gag or cough through them.

And, to make matters worse, I discovered this week, whereas the struggles of swallowed bug manifest at worse in a throaty tickle and the icky thought of what you’ve done, in the ear you experience winged animal panic at high volume.