Skipping rope.
Jul. 20th, 2008 10:17 pmI bought a skipping rope. It's for dryish days when I can't afford the swimming pool and I can't be bothered fighting off the rampant mould and heaving the bike out of the garage and through the bizarrely-shaped kitchen. It's great though. My skipping rope. I can hear a sonic boom when I twirl it really fast and when I stop it carries on and whacks me in the face. It's really refreshing. I can manage about thirty seconds at present. I'm hoping to graduate to thirty-five on the morrow.
The man who passed it across the counter said 'Going to do a spot of skipping, are you?' I left a pause of five seconds or so, hoping something other than the obvious might materialise, but really. Where are you supposed to go with that? 'Actually I'm staging a short-drop hanging'?
I went with 'Yeah. Going to do a spot of ... skipping'. I think I made my point.
The man who passed it across the counter said 'Going to do a spot of skipping, are you?' I left a pause of five seconds or so, hoping something other than the obvious might materialise, but really. Where are you supposed to go with that? 'Actually I'm staging a short-drop hanging'?
I went with 'Yeah. Going to do a spot of ... skipping'. I think I made my point.