It’s like riding a bike…

The past week was a week of new experiences for me.

It was the first time I went to a meeting outside the office (a field trip as we called it), it was the first time I visited a sex shop (and was taken aback by the ‘toys’ and ‘gadgets’ on offer) and the first time I found myself dancing next to two strippers in an Italian restaurant which turns into a club on Friday nights.

I found out that absinthe is banned in France and that Herman Melville, author of Moby Dick, was relatively unknown at the time of his death to the extent that he was mentioned as Henry Melville in his obituary. (This story is apparently not true according to Wikipedia but it did add an interesting note to Adventureland.) Watching that movie, I also listened to Cure’s Just like Heaven for the first time (which has been on repeat several times since Sunday morning).

In the same week, I first heard about Patient HM, saw a slice of his brain on display at the Science Museum and thought I should really watch Memento.

I also discovered that I live approximately 10 minutes away from the ITV headquarters which is conveniently located opposite London’s College of Massage.

But more importantly, I found out that there is great truth in the expression ‘it’s like riding a bike’ because I managed to get on one and to ride it for approximately 10 metres. A small step for man, a huge leap for me.

This new feat made me google ‘like riding a bike’ and that’s how I read my favourite new quote for the first time:

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.

Albert Einstein


  • Sure, but at the end of the day life is like a box of chocolates. Cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for…

    • Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you’re stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there’s nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there’s a peanut butter cup or an English toffee. But they’re gone too fast and the taste is… fleeting. So, you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you’re desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers.

  • Can’t believe you’ve never heard Just Like Heaven before, Funny Girl! Nice blog, keep writing!

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