Monday, 27 April 2009
Female pedestrian: 'Get a move on and let me cross the road!'
JN: 'Shut up you old bag!'
Female pedestrian: 'You are a nasty old man and I hope you fall off and die!'
JN: 'So do I!'
I am learning a lot about cycling.
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
It was Babs who saved me from that madness on the ice. She had been touring the remote settlements on a PETRA initiative; trying to get the seal clubbers to give up their barbaric ways, she performed a routine in which she rid herself of seal pelts to reveal her luscious body all the while writhing to the music of the Pet Shop Boys. She caught sight of me at the bar of the Aurora saloon and sidled up at the end of her act. "I see you ain't lost it ". I said. She fluttered her eye-lashes and leaned into me, picked a piece of lint from my jacket and murmured: "What's Jannie been up to?"
These were the thoughts that crossed my mind as I cycled, accompanied by nurse Caz, to the Royal Academy.
Foolish as it may seem, at this late stage of my life I have taken up; like my father before me, the art of cycling. My bicycle is Dutch, naturally but I have refrained from painting it yellow fearing that it will be a yellow bicycle that will kill me in the end.