on problematic police costumes

and polite canadian murder

Warning dear reader, for many of you this comedy will be considered ‘too soon’.

Alas, ever since I heard the joke What’s NASA’s favourite soft drink - Seven up - delivered icily mere hours after the space shuttle disaster, there’s never been a joke that’s either too inappropriate nor too soon.

With that small ‘trigger promise’ in place, those of you who love staring into the darkness I’d encourage to continue reading.

And for those of you with moral pretensions, please put your phone away and go natter at someone about how awful the world is because of people like me.

Today out, on the ride with Zeke, the seals on my hubs were squeaking. They were loud, so much so that I needed neither my bell nor my polite Passing you on the left greeting.

Instead?

I sounded much like an ambulance, or a fire truck.

Or even.

Dare I say it,

A police cruiser.

People hurried to get out of our way.

It was quite wonderful sounding like, imitating the sound of a police cruiser with my bicycle. There was an inherent…