Wet or dry, there’s only really two basic types of cycling conditions round here: bloody cold, and insects. Two days of milder weather, while nice on the not-freezing-to-death front and all, have resulted in the return of the flies. I really MUST learn to cycle with my mouth shut.
And in other news, I was in Bigtown this morning attending a training course at a community centre that – among other things – promotes healthy eating. ‘It’s easy to find,’ I was told. ‘Just opposite the McDonalds’. You put the help where it’s needed most, I suppose. Still, it gave me an idea: who’s for my new high-protein eat-and-exercise-simultaneously vertebrate ingestion cycling diet?
I…er…. think I’d rather have McDonalds thanks
yeah – I’m not really selling it, am I?
Gosh, it must be a very big town.
hey, they have all the junkfood emporia at Bigtown. Even a Wimpy
I was in a Wimpy Bar once …it was 1968. It was in Surrey, which somehow makes it even more shocking. In came a couple of the local skinheads accompanied by two of their young cousins, one of whom was a ten year old-ish Paul Weller – he of the Jam et al fame. One of the oder lads asked for four teas. . .”and make two of ‘em strong.” I’ve often wondered if Paul now tales his tea strong.
I wasn’t even aware there were still Wimpys until we came to Bigtown.