You know there are times as a bloke when you think
You know, I'm smarter than this. Often these times occur on stag weekends such as this one past.
I wonder if the same thought goes through girls heads.
This particular thought occurred as I chased the stag into the wind running full tilt, trying to spray him with
champagne quality aromatic sparkling wine. As exactly zero drops of sparkly hit the stag and I ran full tilt into my own spray covering myself in most all of words "pissing, wind & into" passed through my mind shortly after
You know I'm smarter than this.
I couldn't blink for the rest of the day, as every time I did, my eyelids got stuck.
Interestingly, and this has very little to do with the main thrust of the post, is that the reason I was chasing the stag with sparkly, was for acting distinctively unbloke like. I had won the final for the Honda Pilot racing we had been doing. I won, because instead of driving like a bloke (and like I normally do), I drove calmly and serenely. And won. By 0.6s but a win is a win.
The practise and first time trial I drove hell for leather and managed to spin out all the time. I got the nickname "Spinning Aimen" for the rest of the weekend. The second time trial and the finals, I just drove slow and steady and kept a constant pace. No spinning, got through all the cones, even the narrow ones and the tight ones, and my times really improved. To the point I won, and I never win these things.
Slow and steady was all it took. It was less fun, but I won.