Long-gone Tommy the Mook,
the steadfast Slowrider,
the over-sensitive underdog,
Emperor of the North Pole.
Monday, 16 January 2012
The word "bugger" typed itself across my visual memory as I saw the ground looming towards me. At first I was pleased that the front wheel of my bicycle had stopped after the huge drop off, if anything it rolled backwards a little. Unfortunately the rest of the bicycle was still in motion... with me on it. I rolled clear after breaking my fall squarely on my head and counted my lucky stars as they orbited my head punctuated by small tweeting birds. It took a while to shake the ringing noise out of my ears and count my limbs. Nothing broken thankfully. Crash helmet? Wouldn't be without it. Hot bath for sore limbs, cold beer for sore head.
a)- a size of spanner in the Imperial sizing system to fit 9/16ths of an inch nuts and bolts. b)- slightly more than half. c)- Revelation 9:16 "The number of the mounted troops was two hundred million. I heard their number."
d) the standard thread for bicycle pedals.