My last entry, which was just a few music clips, was commented on as "a load of bollocks". Not sure of the criteria by which bollockhood was achieved, but it's an opinion, of a sort. An opinion which is a load of bollocks of course. All the music on the last entry was top notch, no matter how mainstream.
What whould you rather be attacked by? The werewolf or a polar bear? Werewolf? Yeah, me too. Hairy bad tempered bloke with admittedly pointy teeth, vs 900lb of solid muscle and massive weaponry. No contest.
To look at, the werewolf is scarier. But you could fight it. It's a bloke, for a start. Kick to the nads, good headbutt and you've broken his pointy teeth. Try that with a cuddly polar bear. It'd just open its mouth and bite yer head off.
Anyway, I'm at work now so no time for an in depth article. Intead, I'd like to show you my new bike, or one very like it.
Nice eh? It's a Norco Six SE, 2007 model. I'll tell you more about it in my next entry.
Anyway, as I'm pressed for time, here's an ace YouTube clip featuring some fantastic mountain bike crashes, to give you a taste of what I'll be doing on my new bike!
Like those? Wanna see more?
Nasty? Well yeah, you might be thinking.
But no. That's not a crash. THIS is a crash...
Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that somebody out there is pondering the merits/perils of being attacked by a werewolf or a polar bear. It allows me to sleep sounder at night. Just like how I take comfort by imagining that there's somebody monitoring space for big asteroids or meteorites that might be on a collision course with out house.
Darren, with the encroachment of global warming, and melting of the ice caps, polar bears will be seen in areas where you wouldn't have found them previously, such as Pudsey. That's why bloggers like myself are VITAL, in encouraging people to give serious thought about how they would defend themselves against a ton of white furry maneater, whilst at the same time making werewolves, which have heretofore suffered a poor press, appear rather vulnerable.
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