Peter B said:"wafflycat" <w*a*ff£y£cat*@£btco*nn£ect.com> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:Cycling home from the CTC meet tonight, vernon comments... "You meet all
sorts of people at CTC meets. I think I'm vaguely normal"
To which I responded..
"Normal?? You consider yourself normal??? Obviously there are varying
degrees of 'normal' here as you are the one talking to the wierdo
middle-aged woman on a recumbent, doing a low-flying UFO impersonation,on
a
Quoted message said:country lane in the middle of nowhere. So what's this about being
'normal'?"
If normal people read the S*n and watch Eastenders, Corrie, Big Egos etcI
prefer not to be normal ;-)
Seconded. I don't want to be normal if that means living the sort of
plastic prepackaged life that is sold to you by big business, having
you tread the same weary path as everyone else becasue that's the way
it is done, going to the 'visitor centre' or 'heritage experience
centre', and having sanitised, risk free, predictable, money back if it
doesn't work, but downright boring life.
The thing I love about my job (research scientist) is that kids
christmas morning feeling, of unwrapping the world to see what is
inside. And what is even better, is that you know that, unlike the
christmas presents which someone has carefully wrapped up something
mass produced so it is as individual as the 200,000 similar ones, noone
has seen that before.
Just like cycling, you cruise the roads in silence, eyes open, senses
aware and able to wonder at the falcon catching the rodent, the buzzard
on the fence by the road, the smell of the frosted brassicas (OK, it
isn't all pleasant) and knowing that noone else will see that
particular thing just like that.
Which led to me hopping on the bike as soon as I had looked out the
window this morning and hopping down to the bridge to take some piccies
of the dawn. Which failed to live up to expectations but I got some
half decent pics anyway.
Normal people just buy the postcard instead.
...d
