The picture I have chosen for this one illustrates how universal is the desire among men to have flashy wheels. Seen yesterday parked at the Mall, here we have the bicycle equivalent of a new Ferrari with all the trimmings, or a stretch limo with cocktail cabinet and snooker table built in.
I think I will also enter it as my very late candidate for the side view weekend challenge ‘Colours’.
PHONE PICTURES ACCESSED VIA PURPLE FANG
This improved version of the ‘Spud’ picture I blogged a while back shows that, finally, I can access pictures on my phone. My XP desktop resolutely refused to connect via bluetooth, try as I did. I finally had better luck (after many various trials and tribulations) with my Windows 7 laptop.
I suppose putting the pics I want onto memory stick and transporting them across is no great pain – although now that I am into it, I wonder if I shouldn’t just network the computers and do those transfers via bluetooth too?
BACK TO MY BOOB
When I went to the doctor last week for prescription renewal, I remarked that it was time (which it has been, for years and years) that I did something about a blob on my back. I never see it, so I didn’t realise just how unsightly it had become.
‘Ah, a serbaceous cyst,’ the quack quacked brightly. ‘Let’s do it now, shall we.’
Before I knew what was going on I was being jabbed with needles which seemed more suitable for horses or elephants than for human legumes, and then being stabbed in the back with a scalpel. What I would have deduced must have been my entire stock of gore and bodily fluid then poured out through the hole before a neat little white container was also yanked out. A stitch, a dressing, and I was on my way wondering why I hadn’t done it a long time ago. Boobs growing out of one’s back are not really things to be cherished.
A certain amount of discomfort then ensued, but it is worth it.
© Colonialist September 2012 (WordPress/Blogs24)
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It is quote the shot… go for it! As for the thing on your back… sending healing energy and light.
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Thanks!
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I spent a few hours on the new LD platform and I must say returning back here our blogs are really professional looking. The blob looks scary and uncomfortable. I must show the bicycle to my mom when I get a chance she is always telling me about how bicycles were decorated in her day with shiny beads, and colourful tape on the handle bars.
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That’s some flashy bike, Col. My mom had something similar to your back boob, on her head. Her doctor suggested that she get someone to bash her over the head with the family Bible.:) It disappeared eventually, of it’s own accord, only to reappear on her foot.
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Was that a form of faith-healing the doctor suggested? 🙂
Mine showed NO signs of going away, ever. It just got bigger year by year.
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Hahaha. I think the one on her foot was treated to the Bible-bashing method. It’s a bit drastic to hit someone over the head though. 🙂
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Hope you are better soon
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Improving by the day – back no trouble but I feel a great lassitude from the ‘flu. (In my case, that should be a laddie-tude, surely?)
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LOL definitely 🙂
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The bike-owner is evidently a proud man. That lump made me shudder, kudos to you for bearing it for so long.
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He has put a labour of love into it.
No kudos due – it was stupidity for not having had it seen to YEARS ago!
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I love that bike, the owner must be a really creative 🙂 As for the cyst, glad you had that seen to 🙂
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He obviously loves it with a passion.
So am I! The speed took me by surprise.
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Haha one very flash bike indeed. Ouch at the lump – how did you manage to put up with it for so long? Looks uncomfortable.
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It must have been far less so than it looks, or I would surely have been impelled to do something ages ago!
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Okay that really is fair enough. If it’s not broken why fix it/cut it, right?
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A bit gross, I say. The lump, not the bike. That’s innovative!
Greetings from a still chilly Joburg.
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Greetings back – was wondering what you were doing there but have caught up to find out!
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My grandfather had one of those on his back – might sound slightly gross, but my mom and myself had much fun draining it for him the old fashioned way – like with a pimple!! Ah, the old days 😉
Good choice for colour that bike – the one wheel looks kinda like a smiley face 😉
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*feelingly* Oh, yuck! It seems to be a grandfather thing to have them. Now you would know to take the sack thingy out, too.
The bike gave ME a smiley face, too!
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Not too grandfatherly – I get them in one spot on my face sometimes – always have them removed before they get too big though – the face is not quite as hidden as the back 😉
Been a while since I had one, maybe the doc got all of it out this time!
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it is a colourful mode of transport
i bet some of your words about the lump were also somewhat colourful?
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It is indeed. Actually, I was too taken by surprise to utter much at all!
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hehehe
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