Unexpected attack of fun

[hirez]

This afternoon, I are mostly been pottering across the middle of Bristol on the pikey-bike. (a rusty thing unearthed from sheveks shed and re-made, mostly by quercus, as a pub-bike: Something that oughtn't attract the attention of the light-fingered, but it's no great loss if it does.)

It was all very good. After a fortifying ginger ale with mr_tails I was able to cope with the sportswear-clad mob in the middle of Broadmeads. This probably doesn't mean anything to the hardened shopaholics who weekly charge through Camden, but it's a bit of a deal for me. (Is the literal translation of agoraphobia not 'fear of the market-place?)

I suspect it's down to having the Means Of Escape to hand at all times.

If I get anymore into this cycling malarkey, I'm going to have to start an electronic music combo.

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[girfan.livejournal.com]

I hope middle aged starts at 60!

Over the years, I have done some wild/silly/weird things that usually only teens do simply because:
-it didn't exist when I was a teen
-I was too shy/skint to do it when a teen
-it's still fun, so why not do it?

Of course, this upcoming birthday is quite a traumatic one.