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.
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