Well, I've finally plunged into the blogosphere. Is it me, or does it smell kind of funny in here? Feverish and sticky and foetid, like General Sternwood's hot-house at the beginning of "The Big Sleep"; hung with the exotic, fleshy, overblown, larger-than-life blooms that thrive in this artificial environment.
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In which, from time to time, I rabbit on about cycling generally, and in particular about folding and other small-wheeled bicycles.
1 comment:
Save yourself, get out of this degenerate world while you still can! Just kidding. Seriously though. Good Luck soldier, you will need it.
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