This weak in Adelaide. Vol 1 Num 7

Sunday 8 March:

Hey. It's Sunday. Gimme a break. I can't think of something controversial and witty every day.

I got a flower from a lovely lass in sunny Scotland this morning. Very nice she is too but I have my reservations since she has "Intimate encounter" ticked as her primary motivation and I live not a million miles away. Unless she's experimenting with teledildonics or has her own private jet, I'm not sure how this one is going to work. But it's all a big adventure.

I managed to sneak out of the house early this afternoon before MOTHRA had a change to become ravenous and bite my head off. The mission was to do a recon on the Mercury Cinema. I wanted to check out where I could leave my bicycle chained up if I were to go see a movie. The whole round trip only took an hour and 16 minutes. Including heading over to John Wayne's place at Brompton. AKA Dukastein. AKA Crazy Jay's discount philosophy emporium. But I was feeling really quite weak. I had to stop 3 times before I got up the other side of the underpass on Henley beach road. Admittedly I have a problem with long inclines and it was a head wind but my muscles were burning more than usual for some reason. Gotta figure out what to do about that.

Really cool place to leave the bike while I take in the film night. But JW wasn't home. So I will have to deliver the thumb drive with the incriminating evidence of Doktor Badger's land lord tomorrow. Long story.

When I got home I started writing this blog entry. Then I realized why I was weak today pulling up that climb. Well, that is, I realized after I woke up with a stiff neck from sleeping in this here chair. I didn't get enough sleep last night. None of which stopped me from jumping on the bike and doing it all again later so I might roll up to the cinema and catch another of Jamie Leonarder's cinematic presentations.

This one about conspiracy theories. From who really shot JFK to how aliens have a taste for cow lips. Actually, that was an additional feature that he showed after the main event. Talk about value for money. I loved the competing moon-landing conspiracies. One says they didn't go to the moon as evidenced by a coke bottle. The other said they did go to the moon but landed right smack bang in the middle of an alien civilization of some kind. Neither of them had their known historical facts right. And I should know. I was there. If you look at any of the actual landing sequences you can just see this waving shadow thing in the corner. That's me with a pair of table tennis bats waving them in. I mean come on! You don't think they could have managed a touch down that smooth with 1969 technology do you?

Oh. And sorry about the coke bottle. I got thirsty waiting. What can I say?

The whole program didn't finish till getting on toward 1AM. My bike had remained safely locked up right outside the cinema with 2 other bikes. I gave Jamie Leonarder a copy of our "Persecutor 3000" video for his archives and hit the road. At first I thought it was going to be a terrible ride home but once I got going in the cool night air, it was wicked. Blasted out of town till I hit the other side of the underpass. Even then I never got below 20Ks. Being cooled by the night air like that certainly helped. I guess I'll just have to do it all again on Tuesday. I just wish I had more power.

So here I am. Eating a few grapes and finishing this entry. Another blast of a day against all the odds.