Walking through the park today I spotted a middle aged bloke messing around with a rather shitty looking, orange, unbranded freestyle wheel, attempting to free-mount really really badly and seriously failing to impress his friend.
At one point he stopped his flailings to pull a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipe his sweaty brow. His friend took the opportunity to say “You’re doing very well.”
It’s not that I enjoy feeling superior to people, you understand. It’s just that they all make it so exceedingly easy.
I think that man you just described is pretty much me at Bungay isn’t it?
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Ooh Bungay!
Nah, he wasn’t that sweaty.