Where’s Fred on P.O.E.T.S Day? - PGT day 21
Late start this morning. Trying to get three teenage girls up and out for a set time as early as 10am is a ridiculously painstaking affair, and my own plan to leave home by 8.30 was holed way below the waterline from the moment I woke them up at 8. In the end they left 5 minutes before me, and with Friday being P.O.E.T.S* day in the building trade I almost met myself leaving work whilst still riding in. It was wonderful cycling weather though, a bright, sunny sky and dry roads meaning the return of a certain white and red shiny carbon FP7.
As far as routes go it was pretty standard fare, headin into the office on The Roller Coaster again, then a little later into Wolverhampton via Springhill Lane, another favourite climb, for Club Day at Fred’s before heading home via the direct route along the A449, which is predominantly flat or downhill. Topics discussed in the shop today included Vasectomies, tooth extraction and Soho. The latter came in the form of a challenge, a “Where’s Fred” challenge to be more specific. As my gang and I are day tripping to London with Amelie tomorrow I jokingly suggested that I would try and get a photo of me in a piece of Fred’s kit (it will be the jacket and casquette, NOT lycra shorts!) on top of Big Ben, but that even if I did people would assume it was a Photo Shop jobby. However, in a way typical of predominantly male working environments, the challenge developed into a slightly more smutty option involving getting a snap of me in a “dodgy” doorway in Soho. Now I just have to figure how to broach the idea to Paula (that will be fairly easy I think) and then pulling it off ** without exposing the children to the distinctly sleazy side of our capital city.
That’s it then, short blog for today, and probably an even shorter one to come tomorrow morning. We’re planning to leave for “The Smoke” at half seven, and I plan to finish my one hour ride by 6.30am to enable me to eat and shower prior to that departure. Watch this space to see whether I manage to rise to the early ride challenge, and the “Where’s Fred” dare.
* P*s* Off Early Tomorrow’s Saturday
** Unfortunate turn of phrase acknowledged