Well, nobody stopped me and I went ahead and bought a bitchin' reconditioned original 1982 Raleigh Grifter complete with Sturmey Archer handlebar gear mechanism. Let me tell you, that SOB is one STURDY bike. I reckon if, due to my supremely rusty cycling skills, I collided with a car I would emerge unscathed but the car would crumple and burst into flames. Yeeeaahhh Boyeeeeeee
Don't be fooled. The chubby seat is surprisingly uncomfortable.
I find it hugely amusing to replace the word 'heart' in song titles with the word 'arse'. It's invariably funny. Observe:
Owner of a Lonely Arse
Shape of My Arse
Don't Go Breakin' My Arse
Total Eclipse of the Arse
My Arse Will Go On
Keys To My Arse
I Can't Reach Your Arse
Straight From the Arse
Deep in My Arse
Closer To the Arse
Cold Cold Arse
One From the Arse (my current favourite)
See? It's never not funny. Hehehe.
My computer is finally home. Thanks to the wonder of second hand furniture, I am perched on my nouveau wicker chair at my nouveau desk. Yay!