Bye Bye Roger

Roger the Spitty has gone! I waved him off on an 18 wheel car transporter last week, on his way to New York. I sold him on ebay to an art dealer chappy from Germany who lives in Manhattan. It tuns out that the new owner is planning to spend a "few thousand bucks" to get him "just right". I can only conclude that Roger will be much happier in Manhattan. But hey...it was fun.

My recent bicycle commuting has been a bit of a revelation. Riding up to 2 hours a day, every day, has really changed my physiology. I feel fitter than ever and have lost loads of weight in the process. Sadly I am becoming an evangelical cyclist and can regularly be heard ranting at naughty Pittsburgh car drivers in a thick scouse accent. Luckily nobody has any idea what I am saying so, whereas in Liverpool I would get my head panned in, in Pittsburgh the objects of my anger just nod vigorously and smile sympathetically.

After the departure of Roger the Spitty I'd like to say that it is "mid life crisis over" but I seem to be lurching from one distraction to the next. My next adventure is going to be a recumbent bike.....or even a trike. That is, one where you lay back and pedal. Clearly this represents a complete and unidirectional descent into middle age but frankly....and thankfully...I couldn't give a hoot.

We were in Blighty recently for a couple of weeks. Sadly everyone got the flu while we were there (except me!) so it was a low key trip. It was really nice to spend a couple of days with my dad and family in Glynde. Soph developed quite an affection for Layla the Staffy.




Happy Christmas to all!

Stay out the pubs!