Fuddland
There’s nothing quite as manly as dismantling, cleaning and reassembling a bike; the fact that it’s a ladies’ pushbike is neither here nor there [although it may be yonder].
Earlier in the day I caught a random episode of E.R., and as I scrubbed the bike grease and grim off my hands with the aid of a nailbrush, I wondered if hospital dramas are actually anywhere near reality: surely, I thought, the operating theatres must echo with peals of laughter, because scrubbing one’s hands vigorously with a nailbrush really tickles, yet you never see Dr Corday giggling into her facemask.
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Daisy | 2004 / 06 / 21 – 17:00
You’re right, it does tickle!
It won’t be tickling much longer for Corday, she’s been written out of the series *sob*. If I was otherwise inclined, I’d fancy the pants off of her.
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