I was tonking along the river bank on my Coker the other night, towards the end of my training ride, and I noticed the Sea Cadets drifting about in their sailing boats, almost becalmed.
Sea Cadets are always rude to everybody. I was preparing a suitable reply for the anticipated comments.
And one of them said: “Look… he’s lost his unicycle… he’s only got one wheel.”
Two ideas fighting for space in one small brain.
