I have old man bike trouble on the way home. That’s the old
man on the other bike that slipstreams me before returning the favour. When I
again take my turn at the front, he only puts up with my laughable pace for a
short while before overtaking me again and disappearing into the distance,
laughing manically as he goes.
It's dogging tonight and then a pint with L in Masons where the
guest beer is now Harvest Pale. What happened to the Ghost Ship after only one
week? Ugh, Bass please.
(Tuesday 15th November)
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