There were several pairs of 'leggs' on display yesterday evening. And a pleasure to be in the venerable company of a super-fit looking Tim Hall. Proper friends are just that; no matter how long ago - things just drop into place, and I was soon at my catty, gossipy worst.
It's 'andy to have somewhere cycling related in order to present one's crackpot ideas...we were lucky to witness such an event last night at 'LookMumNoIdea' - London's sassiest bikespot, where only the bicycles are fixed...unlike the beer prices. (Nice drop of ale though, I say.) The borders of said café were adorned with people, women actually, all with their silicone valleys of laptop heaven. Simon ventured a question as to what would happen if something went down on them? Would they just carry on, or realise that their entire life was kaput in an instant? It was a question that had remained unanswered by the time we left - the oldies drifting away like smoke from the dying embers of a long-lit fire, leaving Andy and Rob to speculate among their peers. Hope fully any 'pulling' was not confined to their leg-hair, as there seemed to be several fine examples of young, beautiful people in their group.
If you read this, give the intrepids a bit of cash if you can. Everybody is asking for dosh these days - these guys will put it to good use, as the short presentation (slides not short legs, silly) illustrated.
Two nice lads. They'll grow out of that, but meantime -support them if you can. They'll be going abroad and the rest of us will Romania 'ere.
The last shot is Andy, hearing what the price of a '
poser pilsner beer' is in LookMumNoHairs.