(NB the author does not endorse the overuse of alcohol. Please drink responsibly. I’m looking at you, out of control drunken middle aged Dunedin ladies preloading before concerts!)
A very pleasant bike ride this afternoon from our beach house here in the retirement mecca of Waikanae. Met many lovely people out walking their dogs. Maybe it wouldn’t be so awful to live here full time? When I get really properly old, though. Have to leave time for the neighbourhood’s current crop of old reactionary grey power supporters to shuffle across the Rainbow Bridge first. (Too harsh?)
One gentleman I encountered on my ride waved for me to slow down. He was holding a lead so I assumed he had a dog hidden in the undergrowth somewhere, which was indeed the case. “Didn’t want my dog rushing in and tipping you arse over kite!” Which is an interesting variant of the old phrase which I hadn’t heard before. I wonder what part of my anatomy the kite is? I have heard ‘arse over tit’ (just one?) Are there other variations also in use? Please let me know if you have any.