Fat Bottoms in Cheap Chinese Trousers

Yes, 'fat bottoms in cheap Chinese trousers'. If I ever started a rock band, that's what I'd call it. But my dreams of auditioning for Jethro Tull with my penny whistle are probably over. And I really couldn't face all that drink, drugs and  frilly underpants business.

So, let's get the kettle on and think back.

I've mentioned a few mad characters from the past, but one or two may have escaped the net. These peripherals are like transient ghosts floating through my memory, never there for long, yet sticking to the sides like pieces of awkward peanut shell. Cough, cough. Impossible to shift.

Here we go then. 

One of the bikers was a guy who had terrible eyesight. Sadly, he'd been told he'd be blind in five years or so, but he ignored advice and carried on riding. His spectacles were enormous with spherical pieces of glass in the the middle of each lense to augment vision. With goggles mounted over these he looked like the human fly of film fame. Predictably, his violent collision with lampposts, trees, hedges and fences became legendary.

And then he was seen no more. The end of his story is unknown to me.

As are the ends of many stories.

More to follow on a wet day....