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:: Wednesday, April 26, 2006 ::

Waffle

It's happened before and it looks like its happening again... this site appears to be turning into a catalogue of my various perversions. But hey, I'm in a band called Gusset, what did you expect?

I was in London on Friday, doing a noise survey in a cocktail bar. I had some time to kill in the early evening and enjoyed an hour sitting outside Café Rough with a cappuccino (it was going to be a long night, I had to let down my caffeine-free guard and drink something to keep me awake), reading John Wyndham's Web, and watching the gullible moneyed leaving Harrods.

An interesting site was a woman wearing high heels riding a bike. From an engineering perspective it works surprisingly well; with the pedal sitting under the sole at a 45deg angle, held in place by the heel. There is something about the dedication to high heel wearing demonstrated by wearing them for such an uncharacteristic pursuit this that is vaguely attractive. I didn't get a picture, but the photo below, stolen from the Times Style magazine, attempts to illustrate my point, although the example in Chelsea was far less glamorous.



I don't think I've seen an example of this riding around the streets since I lived in Manchester, when I remember seeing a girl riding a mounting bike in high heel boots. That was probably the first time this juxtaposition of attire and activity hit me.

I feel like I'm straying into self-psychoanalysis here... there was this girl in gymnastics lessons when I was at primary school who used to wear this leotard ... No, let's not go there.

Back in the office on Monday I was asked to return the office digital camera, which I could not find among all the kit I lumbered back in with. I checked again at home and decided it must be in the office. Come Tuesday I searched the office again and found no trace of it. It must have either been lifted from my pocket during the evening in the bar (was that why that guy kept following me around trying to talk to me?) or I'd lost it in the hire car when I slept in the back of it. I was being threatened with a wage docking, which riled me as I didn't see that it was my fault if it had (possibly) been stolen.

A few phone calls later it transpired it had turned up in the car, although it wasn't the hire company who had found it but the subsequent customer. Thank you to the very kindly, honest person at Orange for handing it back. I'd buy you a drink if I knew who you were.

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