Cycling Rivalry – A Short Story

As they stood at the counter, espresso shots in hand, their eyes never left each other as they necked the hot coffee, trying hard not to flinch under the heat of the liquid and the bitterness of the gritty drink.  “Two more”, said the rival.  “Each!” Added Adrian

Fatima & I

Regret is not a strong enough word to describe the feeling you get when you see, for the first time in your life, your soft girly looking legs, sat beneath a hairy pair of bollocks

Circuit Training

My only consolation is I get to pass a few children, their parents that have slowed down for them and the odd fat bloke on a mountain bike.