Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Castles and dodgeways and monsters and highways

Going for a summer cycle ride on the heath is one of those things that I prefer the idea of (looking awfully french and chic, possibly while wearing some kind of jaunty panama hat) to the actual reality (extreme clumsiness leading to bleeding and sweating on hot tarmac, while angry drivers shout and honk). My friend Lo is obsessed, I only just got out of it yesterday - instead we went for gastro-pub sausage & mash and strawberry beer and sat in the garden playing cards, yeee. And yes, I am aware of how much of a fatboy that makes me sound.

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