I’ve taken to riding a bicycle along the promenade.
I borrowed it from one of my male friends who now prefers boxing as exercise. It’s the latest gay thing apparently and I must admit the image of poofy pugilists slogging it out is a fascinating one – I expect the satin shorts have a lot to do with their enthusiasm. Still it does give a new meaning to ‘taking a blow’ and receiving ‘a right hander in the ring’!
But, back to my bike. It’s a great way to see amazing Brighton on a winter day and as it’s a sports bike it’s also an amazing way for Brighton to see my great arse on a winter day.
On this subject, I’m reminded of the answer a famous poet gave to the question of what he would like to be re-incarnated as.
His reply was “the saddle on a ladies’ bicycle”. But then this was John Betjeman and apart from being a witty and evocative writer he was also a randy old bugger.
In the last months of his life he was asked if there was anything he regretted. “Yes”, he replied, “I wish I’d had more sex”
I’m rather sympathetic at the moment as my girlfriend and I have split up again and the bike is the only action I’m getting between my thighs.
It’s a big split I’m afraid (and no I’m not still talking about what’s between my thighs). It’s pretty bad, we’re not speaking and I think she may be with someone else.
Like all couples we’ve had a problems. One is me being in Brighton and she being in London for most of the week. This is compounded by my writing as I think she imagines I live out my fantasies when she isn’t around.
This is of course ridiculous as I haven’t got the energy or the time. To paraphrase the ‘Essex Girl’ joke it would mean the answer to the question: “Why does Sadie Dark wear knickers?” would be “To keep her ankles warm”
So I’m in the bizarre position of having a silent and unforgiving former lover imagining I’m here in Brighton forever fucking whilst in reality I’m sulking about and sleeping very, very alone.
There’s a poster campaign for that unpleasant drink Tia Maria around at the moment. Its end line is “The Dark Spirit”
And that’s what I’m going to need to get me out of my present wintry mood. I’ve heard of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) but SADIE is even worse!
Love & sobs Sadie xxxx
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SADIE = Seasonal Affective Disorder Is Everywhere
Here I am envying the single and the single envy the not-single. That grass has got to be green SOMEwhere.
I hate fads. Boxing? Gah.
But whether don we now our gay apparel or not, you do evoke merry thoughts of your fluffy places. Betjeman's lament is shared by many. Maybe we should call it Betjeman's Lament and write a novel.
Hi Don,
Great to hear from you. Email me as I'm not sure you welcome comments posted on your site. And what's all this about fluffliness? - like all fashionistas I'm elegantly bare.
Love Sadie
Oh, do post away, don't stop just cause I got paranoid once on account of my wife.
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