First off I want to allay your fears: by Schrödinger’s football, I don’t mean that anyone is going to kick a cat. No, by football, I just mean a football. Though for some of you by a football I mean a soccer ball. I hope that makes things clear.
It’s Sunday morning. I am at the gym. I have even been into the gym, though I admit I didn’t leave too many calories in there. Why? Because it’s Sunday morning, and Sunday is a day of rest. That’s my excuse, and I’m sticking to it.
Anyway. Sunday morning means buying the Sunday papers …
As a result of a present from Mrs J, whereby I could indulge my conviction that I am still a young testosterone-laden youth awash with derring-do, those nice people at the 6th Gear Experience in Surrey let me drive one of their cars. So it was that, controlling my excitement with practiced nonchalance, I strolled to join my instructor in this yellow beast, and settled myself comfortably in the oh-so-low driving seat …
Sam – that’s him above, asleep – has developed a strange habit, which, at 2pm might be amusing. At 2am it loses its entertainment value.
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