And yet, despite nearly being blown off several bridges in the last couple of days, I manage to fall off and bugger my hand whilst almost stationary, in a completely wind-free loading bay. My talent for fucking up knows no bounds.
@John: these are the payback days. You know those perfect days when all the work slots in and the weather is just right? For every one of those you get one of these. But you're building Karma'n'Kudos points. @Emilla: I like you - I like your posts and feel an empathy. Just wanna say - we all fuck up babe, all the time.
@ Emilia, it's not just you. Last Tuesday after a full day of riding on icy streets, like sheets of ice icy. I wind up with a bloody nose a bruise on the top of my head and a nasty abrasion on my left knee. How? I tripped walking in the door of my own house.
Shiva, lord of destruction and transformation, may you blow your mighty bellows all over Overdrive, the underlord of courierness and greyness, and send him backwards 10 paces, where ever he may go. Om namah shivaya.
Lord Shiva,I offer you my days work on London's streets as a gesture of my obeisance and as a sacrifice to you. Please send a mighty plague of mosquitoes to Zack Speedfasts undercrackers which he wears whilst shoveling shite in the outback as a gang of Aussie rednecks eye him up. Thank you my Lord.