Sunday, 12 June 2011
Everything has its place.
Rain. Sweet Rain that filters through the chalk downland to refresh the river Test and its tributaries. Rain also in France but all the same Gilles phoned to say he's going out on his bike with les garcons. Now, where do you stand on the whole Lycra/lunch box issue? Should skin tight sports clothing be like booze, fags and solvents with an age limit where no one over the age of say 50 should be allowed to buy it? There is also the issue of speedo swimwear. Last year Gilles was banned from the local piscine for wearing swim shorts. An obliging attendant was on hand to sell him some budgie smugglers. In the UK you get banned for wearing speedos cos apparently one looks like a dirty old man.(Well the men do I guess). Personally I hate the whole screaming in chlorine flavoured urine experience and never go.
On the subject of bikes I've noticed a new trend here in the UK. In France old guys ride about on 30 year old Peugeot racers. Here you see mobs of exec types with i pods and smart phones riding bikes with bleeping sat naffs. One of those pelican things swept through the village yesterday evening. The bikes wouldn't disgrace those carbon fibre exotica of the Steroid-EPO team. Watch out for this team in the Tour de France- they're almost certain winners. And where are the girls? I just hope they're warm and dry with a good Romance to read. "Zak unclipped from his pedals and stepped away from his Fandango carbon XR47 special edition and leant it against the wall. As he turned towards the street in his turquoise Lycra shorts, Immelda's legs buckled and she sank to her knees."
Rosina was up early tapping out some blurb for a book about electric trains. She did bring me a cup of tea and enquire if I would be working on my book with a kinda tweaky eyebrow high flyer human dynamo expression on her face. These Anglo Saxons are just so angled.