I am with bike.
A funny story really. A couple months ago a deepfried seafood place opened up down the road. They sent out a glossy brochure with tempting pictures of various combinations of fried fish, calamari, scallop, prawn and potato, and a cautionary tale of how it was scientifically proven that three fish meals a week reduced yer chance of heart disease, and how eating at OceanMaster with all the goodness of marinelife sealed into their golden fried batter, would improve yer health no end.
On the back of this missive was one of those competitions where you say in 25 words or less why OceanMaster is you favourite taste of summer.
I bought a package of fish ‘n’ chips and wrote a poem:
Fishy friends from waters blue
Deepfried golden like the sun
Summer’s taste so strong and true
Warmth in each bite, every one
What can I say? I was inspired by the sublime balance of crunch and salt. I was never expecting to win. I was – dare I say – mocking.
But y’know, maybe they missed the irony. Maybe… they were even craving it. Whatever the reason they gave me this HotRod BMX, I am truly thankful. I love my new bike. I love the thrill of sharing the road with crazy motorists who would gladly have mowed me down when I was merely a pedestrian, and see me as fair game now that I’m on wheels. I love when other pedestrians step out in front of me at the traffic light in their efforts to get me to swerve into the path of the oncoming delivery truck. I love the plastered-down flair of helmet hair.
It’s all good.
And if yer ever in the neighbourhood, drop into OceanMaster at the Surry Hills Shopping Village and plonk down a bunch of money for a Fisherman’s Feast. You’ll be doing yer coronaries a favour.
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before i had a “blog”, i used to write a sporadically updated letter on the front page of my website. this is one of them. i am consolidating it into these archives, because i can.