Yes it’s Monday.
Another long week ahead in your cubicle.
Doing work no one needs and no one appreciates.
On the production line of meaningless acts.
It’s bad isn’t it?
Really, really bad.
Worse, I am now back from my trip.
And probably/hopefully won’t be traveling anywhere for at least a few weeks.
So this blog will be back to it’s regular, daily destruction of your hope and happiness.
Well, if it’s all getting to much for you, you can at least be happy you’re not this bloke …
I get London can be busy.
I get London transport can be expensive.
But I will never get why an adult thinks this is a good idea.
Do they aspire to being Evel Knievel and this is their first step?
Do they dream of being a giant and this is how they bring their fantasy to life?
Do they hope that they can be the UK version of Officer Poncherello from CHiPS but prefer the urban pavements of Shoreditch to the freeways of LA?
I have no idea what is their rationale for it but I can tell you that when I saw him, I suddenly felt having a midlife crisis that involves affairs and buying sport cars didn’t look so stupid after all.
Look, I’m all for immaturity but this is tragic.
He should be eternally grateful that I decided to blur out his face … because frankly, it would be less embarrassing being seen coming off the back of a sheep than this.
Your monday suddenly isn’t so bad now is it?
You’re welcome.