THEY REALLY DO Once I started riding, I could see why it had taken me so long to get up there. See, you just can't be worrying about anything, about your life, when you're riding. And worry and obsessive thinking and all sorts of mental imbalance were a huge part of my life when I …
Kinda Sorta
So, talk about a buzz kill: I had Tango for my private lesson on Thursday, and we went great together, a combination of some fairly massive improvements on my part re: leg; of watching a lesson mate ride him really well on Tuesdays; and of the penny finally dropping as regards how to behave as …
What Is This Colour?
I've got this bruise on my forearm, and again, harking back to the art school thing, I should be able to put my finger on what it is. My arms have been rather colourful since I've been wearing the body protector [am i doin' it rong?] — I generally get them on my biceps, naturally …
Happiness Is…
REMEMBER THAT?* A key to a locker! I had had hopes for a tack box — the proposal was mooted, and then shot down, because if everyone found out that I had a tack box, then everyone would want one too, which is indisputable, because if I heard that a schoolie like me had a …
MANY BRAVE FOOLS 