Sun, Sand and Sea on Saturday

Yours truly had a wonderful date with the girlfriend. An idyllic Saturday that was marred by idiots to whom the highway code is truly cryptic.

If you can't cycle or rollerblade or choose to do either very slowly for whatever reason, for god's sake (i.e. mine) please keep to the left. Alternatively, stay at home! You twerp...

The girlfriend had several near accidents. There I was with my cute little head poking out of cozyfilabag enjoying the breeze and the poor girlfriend had to weave in and out amongst dumb kids and their even dumber parents. Sudden braking was performed with such regularity that I could have turned into the Merlion. But I had a good time. That's what you get when someone else does all the work.

Then there was the sunset. I think the sun is camera shy. Maybe I'll try again some other time.

I shared a packet of Nestle honeyed cornflakes with the girlfriend. I'm using the word "share" although I only ate one flake (because all of Porpor is a heart). No candlelight, but the disappearing sun did a good job in providing a romantically light-deprived setting. Perfect for making out. Heh.

Supper was MacDonald's fries. Large. The girlfriend obviously hadn't had enough of me and had to take it out on herself. I wish she'd listen to me, guru of dieting (and most other things as well, to grossly understate facts).

If I were Santa, I'd give the girlfriend a voucher to visit Expressions. You get one too, if you write me fan mail. But they don't do artery unclogging do they? Cosmetic surgery?