“It’s you, isn’t it? You have re-mortgaged the house, haven’t you?”
We were
listening to Chris Evans on Radio 2. It
was the final ten minutes of the “Children in Need” auction “8 Go Mad in Monaco”. The top spot was “Anonymous From Scotland”
pledging some obscene amount of money that I am never likely to see in my
lifetime. His or her place seemed
secure. It was the ones at the bottom of
the list that were losing their grip and falling off the auction cliff as
other, richer pledgees scrambled over them.
Just what part
of that deal sounds like anything I would want to do? Besides, the dates, Thurs
23rd to Sun 26th May 2013, are not good for me.
I could do the
private jet thing and the motor yacht things but the racing car thing is not my
cup of tea. I would feel incredibly out of place in Prince Albert’s Palace and
I don’t possess anything that would pass as a cocktail dress.
I’m not sure
whether part of the treat involves driving any of the race cars but it reminds
me that I almost came third in the Snowman Rally.
The Snowman’s Rally
A bright and
sunny February day
We pack up the
car and drive away
Heading out to
see Loch Ness
Away from all
the week day stress
The roads seem
empty to my eye
One cannot help
but wonder why
Vroom! A race
car overtakes
A loud and
roaring sound it makes
It swings the
corner out of sight
And gives us
both a massive fright
Another race car
roars behind
We hear its
engine loudly grind
And then it
slowly dawns on us
The local paper
– all the fuss
The Snowman’s
Rally is on today
And us in our
mini are in the way
The race begins
on normal roads
Then into forest
trails explodes
A sober thought
has just occurred
With two gone
by, that makes us third!
A café on the
road ahead
We park and
drink some tea instead
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