My mum sent me this picture of a very young Christopher Phin gamely riding his (probably brand new) Skatebike. For those sorry souls amongst you who don't know what a Skatebike is, it's basically a three-wheeled unicycle. (I know, I know...) The two font wheels are skateboard wheels (you can see the cunning behind the name now, can't you?), and you lean from side to side to turn. Huge, huge amounts of fun, and I wish I still had mine.

Jenny finds it hilariously indicative of my very slightly left-of-centre upbringing that when the time came for all good primary school children to sit their cycling proficiency test (the first taste of exam pressure in those days), I was unable to, owning only, as I did, a Skatebike. Ho hum. I am therefore one of a very, very small minority of young adults who do not possess the fabled cycling proficiency certificate.

Don't worry, this was caught by my spam filter, but it amused me enough to get a wider airing. You really should read the text as well; it's truly cringe-worthy.

SCENE:
INTERIOR, RESTAURANT AT TATE MODERN. WINTER.

Chris: [Pushing plate away] Mmmm, that was delicious!

Jenny: It certainly was! What shall we do now?

Chris: They tell me that there are some galleries attached to this excellent eatery. We really should go one day.

Jenny: Hmmm, maybe. Or we could just go straight from here to the bar at the top.

Chris: [Euphoric] Great idea!

FADE TO BLACK

Finally, someone has constructed a Lego church worthy of the utterly fabulous Brick Testament. Shame it appears to have been invaded by a giant cat...