Bicycles and Icicles
So there’s lots of news in this little Irish world of ours, but when you need a cup of tea and you have no milk, well it’s time for a fresh gallon. And so what if it’s -16 degrees centigrade (3F)?
You know, it’s not wise to cycle on ice. Even if the bike stays up, well what with the windows down and all, the cold, you know, it hurts.
And if you can’t scrape all the ice off the saddle, and you have a hole in your pants exactly where you don’t want a hole in your pants, well, that hurts too.
And my icicles are the biggest on the road, though at a mere three foot they have some way to go before they equal the record in my little house of eleven foot. The mathematician in you will have worked out that distance is eight foot. Still, you’re not supposed to lick them.
Anyway as I say there’s lots of Irish news in our little world, and we should talk about it. But first I fancy a pint something rotten. And maybe a bit of music.
See Also:
• Temperatures
• Irish Fests
• Pharmaceuticals
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