The Slinky Otter has said that he’s been cycling with me, but I’ve been racking my brain and I cannot think who it is. Mind, I did once go out with a girl with a stinky beaver, wonder if she’s his sister?
In a bit of a quandary about tonight. On the one hand, if I ever want to graduate from the Flat Earthers and, perhaps, find a place with Huw and Roger’s newly formed hill walking group, this is just the sort of night I need to be out topping up my fitness and breaking in my walking boots. On the other, it is wet, windy and awful.
In situations such as this, I always ask myself, ‘What would the great Eddie Yeats do?’ Using that criteria I’m off to Cost Cutters to stock up on Stella and pork scratchin’s before I settle down to watch the football.