I know you have been waiting for these eagerly.
Recently we have had a bit of a language mismatch, starting with the famous “Y Viva Sardinia”.
I’m going down the road again
Y viva Sardinia
And I’m getting the Costa Smelda plane
Y viva Sardinia
And I’m cycling to the Cote d’Azur
Y viva Sardinia
And I’m drinking mohitos by the score
Sardinia more and more
Sardinia more and more!
Not one of our finest, I will agree, but you can belt it out and the kilometres simply whizz past.
And Sid came up with the slightly less famous “Je suis le lineman de la canton”, which came to a bit of a grinding halt when we realised that neither of us knew the lyrics, and even if we did, we didn’t know how to adapt them wittily “And je ride le p’tit road”… hmm.
We had a lullaby recently when having a bit of a broken night:
Out go the lights
Everyone’s going to sleep
Sleep sleep sleep
We all go to sleep
(no need to be too inventive with those lyrics, that’s not the point)
And a Song Of Crossness, in part inspired by someone at Neilson who told me that the great thing about a Brooks saddle was that after the first 1,000 miles it adapts itself perfectly to your bottom. I can tell you that after over 5,000km on this trip my saddle is still not fantastically comfortable, but that may be due in part to the fact that it is disintegrating and is now largely held together by Amsterdam Alex’s Duct Tape: (I might need to make the words more suitable for our Family Audience.)
Arsy arsy arsy arsy feck feck feck (could perhaps become “I really thought I should stop and check”)
My bottom’s hurting, what the heck
I thought if I cycled to Istanbul
My bum wouldn’t hurt by now at all.
And finally, a sneak preview! As you may know, Sid and Doris have a Significant Wedding Anniversary coming up soon and so I thought I would work on a song called “A celebration of a long marriage”.
The first line is “We’ve given up pretending that we don’t fart” (inspired partly by the fact that there have been no his ‘n’ her bathrooms on this trip).
I think you will agree that this has huge potential, and could include verses “We’ve given up pretending that we don’t snore” and “We’ve given up pretending that our jokes are funny”.
And then finishing with a happy celebration verse “We don’t sweat the small stuff, we work together….”
I am a lineman for the county
And I drive the main roads
Searching in the sun for another overload
I hear you singing in the wires
I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita lineman
Is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain
And if it snows that stretch down south won't ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman
Is still on the line