Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Concrete Circus



The Bomber and I injected some money into the local economy over the weekend by buying inline skates at the riot-hit Sports World store.

On Sunday we skated all the way back to his Mum's in Morden. I was as tired and as sweat stained as ever I can remember, even with my skates giving up the ghost (blade collapsing to an angle) some way from our destination. I imagine that they weren't designed to bear a load as heavy, clumsy and daft as yours truly.

Himself finished fresh as a daisy.
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