my struggle

What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

or

I’ll play This Hand, Thanks.

Struggling with 26 inches.

Tomorrow’s another day*

*and other statements of the bleeding obvious

How much?

“The Burryman is a Hibee” was always the working title but now it would be far more bike-centric.

My wife actually caught me using ‘we’ whilst describing saturdays ride.
‘who were you with?’
‘oh, just me and the bike’
‘you know your bike isn’t a person?’

The ramblings of a madman.

Don’t do this.

Ramblings of a cantankerous old girl.

The long road to Ripped.

“They made me do it”.

Or

“Mitigating circumstances”.

Anyone who has worked in the office I work in would understand………..

More Gin less Tonic – and other reasons for my downfall

“It started out so nice….”

Forgetting stuff and involuntary farting – A middle aged memoir.

“If he made an effort”

From a school report at junior school which said “…could be a high achiever if he made an effort”

The Only Mistake

You can touch it, it doesn’t bite.

Forever Curious : A Lifetime Of Taking Things to Bits

From a school report

Mine would have to be ‘A small fish in a tiny pond’ from a report or ‘He gets right up my nose’ from a parents evening.

On the school report theme “Must try harder” would be a good one.

British Revolution

wrong place wrong time

Doing things a little differently

meh

Delusions of Adequacy – how one man set low standards and failed to achieve them.

Swimming against the tide

My best school report:

“has no moral conscience but argues his point of view cogently”

Not the catchiest of titles ….. 🙄

(Third year RE, if you were wondering)

Waiting for the rain to pass

I’m better than all of you

Or seriously deluded

It is all about the boobies.

Right, most of you lot are typically self deprecating. Let’s see some American style big up.

‘An idle mind is potentially God’s workshop’ doesn’t do it, so I’ll go with:

‘I know nothing’ read it as new age faux humility. There will certainly be a chapter titled; ‘Singletrack World – The lost years’

Life at the top of the ladder

I`m a window cleaner

The path less trodden.

For a good reason, probably.

****-sake.

“Moist, a tale of blood, sweat and inaproriate language” or “Thrush, tales of an irritating c**t”

Arse!

Oh well.

I always thought that if Peter Tatchell wrote a biog it should be called ‘An Inconvenient Poof’