22 Jan 2004

I want to ride my Bicycle …

21 days into the New Year. 21 days into the new regime. 21 days at trying to be a ‘made’ manager.

I can’t be arsed any more.

I’ve started to talk to the team again.

Tizzy brought in a sponsor form. Her boyfriend is off doing a bike ride across Europe. She was clearly proud, but her tone became serious when she considered, “I’m concerned about his gonads. I read in Cosmo that bike seats cause infertility as they are so uncomfortable.”

Barney, the Big Gay Bear, stroked his silvery chin beard. “I don’t know. When I was younger I could sit on a chopper for hours.”