I hate having my cycling view blocked by Lycra Man Ass.
So, when I caught up to another cyclist during my ride to work this morning, I put in an extra effort to get that view out of my face. And that was when I discovered that it was actually one of those rare woman cyclists. So, when she powered on past me a couple of minutes later, I was happy to stay behind for the remainder of my trip. Because Lycra Chick Ass is a different story.
Mmmmm, Lycra Chick Ass.
I have a rather extensive selection of Black in my wardrobe.
And it because of this fashion preference (it's slimming, you know) that I have just discovered that I have a particularly nasty case of beard dandruff.
Great.
Golfwidow sort of did something similar to this about a decade ago:
I’ve had my I-POD on random play. (I’m kidding GW, I don’t own an i-pod. I’ve got one of those budget half-gig mp3 players. Because I am budget).
Try and guess (sans Google) the last five songs I heard, through these lyrics:
Song 1:
“Tomorrow’s just an excuse away” - Smashing Pumpkins, Thirty-three (guessed right by Radiogurl)
Song 2:
“But I remember us riding in my brother’s car, her body tan and wet down at the reservoir…”- Bruce Springsteen , The River (guessed right by Radiogurl)
Song 3: “I knew him long before he ever became a Jersey girl” - Travelling Wilburys (Bob Dylan), Tweeter and the Monkey Man (guessed right by Radiogurl)
Song 4: “Sits like a man, but smiles like a reptile.” - David Bowie, The Jean Genie (guessed right by Radiogurl)
Song 5: “The only true freedom is freedom from the heart’s desire.”
Pretty easy, huh?
The prize for guessing a song right will be an MP3 of D-Man doing an acoustic original song.
Like Hell. Those rare few who have ever heard me sing, will know why that is NEVER going to happen.
No, but I can offer you an invite to G-Mail, if you don’t already have G-Mail (2 gigs free storage!).
You don’t want G-Mail? I can offer you a “well done” instead.
(I'll come back and tag the songs with the correct title and artists as/if people guess them).
Some of you have been a little worried about my daughter getting Stolen By Dingoes during my recent trip Beyond The Black Stump.
Rest easy. The dingoes returned her a few hours later. They were fed up with her chasing their tails and trying to ride them while yelling “Giddy-up Horsey!”.
And, being animals, they did not possess a washing basket or chilly-bin to send her to for Time Out.I’m a bit worried though. She now seems to enjoy sitting in the clothes basket of Bad Baby!
