Monthly Archives: February 2010

The early cyclist catches the worm, or rather the bird, or more precisely, Tits

“Tits,” Field Marshal Hooligan said. I nodded. “We need more Tits.” I nodded again. I didn’t quite know what he was talking about, but it’s never a good idea to disagree with the FM. “If only we had more Tits,” … Continue reading

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Married white cyclist seeks sexy Italian body to get on top of and ride silly

She was on the other side of the room. Every single eye in the room was trained on her. I couldn’t look away. I had to meet her. I suppose I was being a bit obvious because The Shrink, who … Continue reading

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An open letter to Lance Armstrong

¬†Dear Lance Howzit? Eita, my bru. That’s South African for “hello ya’ll”. We were thrilled when you tweeted that you would be joining us on the start line for the Cape Argus Pick n Pay Cycle Tour. I thought I’d … Continue reading

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Party pack politics – where is my goodie bag?

The kids have chased each other around the garden, they’ve sung Happy Birthday and eaten the cake. It’s now my worst time of the party – saying goodbye to the birthday child’s mom. I dread it because I know that … Continue reading

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