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Wednesday 5 September 2012

Cyclisting!


Wednesday 6.33 p.m.
                                 Poisonous showed up before half one and we started cycling. The East Coast Trail. He wanted to show up at ten in the morning, but I said I had to meditate and got it put off till after one. So we cycled. We went through Portobello and Musselburgh, and probably Prestonpans. We ended up somewhere past Seton Sands, so far along the coast that we couldn't see the beautiful, wonderful city. Then we cycled back.
                                 On the way through Musselburgh, Poisonous stopped for a fag. We might have said something about the Paralympics. Poisonous doesn't like the dwarf swimming competitions. Apart from that, we hardly said anything at all on the way to there and on the way back from there. Cycling.
                                  I got home at ten to six. I did see some nice seascapes. Apart from that, it's hard to know what to say about this flatheided stuff. Knackering. No bliss either. I don't like spending four hours without any bliss in it at all!

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

I say!

How wonderful. Fresh air, cold showers, self-denial, sobriety, temperance, abstention, exercise, clean living, the occasional MGT and more - these are definitely the ways to longevity.

MM III

Anonymous said...

I say!

Here's another theory that says one should not sit down at all.

Well - you won't catch me sitting down. Too busy fielding in the slips. Good for the bowels, as well.

MM III

Hotboy said...

Mingin'! Sitting is definitely a bit yin. But it builds up lots of yang. Cycling involves sitting down, at least where I come from. Hotboy

NaNoSkye said...

You need to learn cycling meditation. Much like walking meditation. I do it kayaking as well.

Sounds like a lovely ride.

Hotboy said...

Marie! It was grim really. Far too long and no beer! Hotboy

NaNoSkye said...

You are planning to spend 3 months on Holy Isle? I'm sure they don't allow beer or smoking.

rob said...

A whole 4 hours without any bliss? Oh the inhumanity!

It's the entitlement culture gone mad. But what can you expect from the toilet-training-deprived?

PS Did 4 hours on the saddle do anything for your Cowper's Gland?

Hotboy said...

My previous replies have disappeared. There is an advert for girls beneath this comment bit. What is that about? Why can't they leave us old folks alone? Hotboy