Wednesday, 13 April 2011

My challenge to Tim Blair

Look, there’s only one way to resolve this - a duel!
OK Blair - it’s you against me. I’m throwing down the glove and challenging you to a race. Any Friday, 5pm start. Start line is the CBD - your workplace or mine, doesn’t matter. Finishing line is the Sydney Rowing Club in Abbotsford.
Loser buys meal and drinks.
Winner gets to gloat AND write your next column.
You can use any car you like, so long as it’s recognised as a car. I’ll use cycle paths (where they exist).
Suggest you bring Hildebrand as a second - he can document your journey. Then again, he looks like the sort of sandal wearing weird beard that would ride a bike - maybe he can come along as my second.
If you can’t beat a MAMIL (Middle Aged Man In Lycra), or FOUB (Fat, Old, Unfit B*stard), you’ve got a problem.
Are you up for it, or are you chicken?

5 comments:

bruce said...

Game On!

kae said...

Frankly, I find this a frightening development in the blogosphere.

Duelling middle aged lycra....

(Tim, lycra may look awful, but believe me I have it on good authority* that it's the best thing to stop chafing.)


*BOAB

OMGoodness, WV: embologa... it's a sign!

Jo-Anne Mother and Nanna said...

I would love to know if he is game or not most likely NOT

cav said...

Chafing?

Is that what you get from talking too much?

Boy on a bike said...

It's on. Tim is game. I knew he'd man up.