TRAMPOLINE! (and photos from this weekend)

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I accidentally woke up a 5:30am on Saturday, and knowing I had a big day ahead of me without much chance of riding, I jumped out of bed and smashed out 50ish kms in and around the riverloop. And I was feeling a bit saucy and strong so I went a bit silly with the fun of overtaking other bike riders.

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It’s a massive spaceship set of Lego. I could have bought a truck or a ship, but I wanted to buy him something that was potentially inspiring. Dreamy. 

After a bit of house-cleaning I headed over to Hugo’s 4th birthday party. I haven’t been to a kid’s bday party since I was a kid. And wow: it was just as messy as the 30th I went to 10 hours later. Kids just running around nuts on over-over-stimulation. Kids saying very inappropriate stuff they would regret the next day — stuff that would put me to shame. (Like this kid attempted to refuse another younger child entry into the trampoline cause “she didn’t bounce high enough”). Lots of tears, lots of over-over-indulging and just a frenzy of activity that made my head hurt. On top of that the temperature hit the mid-30s and I was melting and feeling every bit of all that morning’s riding and the 2 hours I had spent cleaning the house, plus my Friday night hangover catching up — and the lack of fluids and food. But that didn’t stop me having a decent go at Hugo’s new trampoline.

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 Dee showing pics of Sasha

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TRAMPOLINES

When I was a kid, trampolines were like the rung down from having a pool. It was like you were royalty if you had a pool, you were like next-in-line-to-the-throne if you had a decent computer game system and after that you were maybe a “baron” or an “earl”  or something if you had a trampoline.

And trampolines back then looked like this:

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They were death-traps. I bet every single person in my generation was once a tiny bit maimed by one of these bad-boys or knows someone who broke a limb or was injured even worse. Personally, I never had a trampoline, which made anytime I got to try one even more dangerous — because I lacked any skills. So too many kids would bounce around on that tiny structure at the same time like they were imitating atomic collision theory. And so you would get smacked into the springs (if you were lucky), or you would smack into the steel bar that circled the structure (if you were unlucky), or you would fly off into the ether around (if you were tragic).

I think it was Jeremiah who was telling me last night that he and his siblings/friends would jump off the roof, onto the trampoline and then into the pool. And that worked fine the first time, but once everyone was wet (and everything else in this equation) — things got a bit dicey.

And Dee was telling me she and her brother used to put dishwashing liquid on their trampoline — just to add an extra layer of slippery-danger.

But nowadays trampolines look more like “safety machines” than anything that resembles crazy-fun. Every stick of furniture is padded, the whole structure is wrapped in netting, and they come with LITERATURE explaining how dangerous bouncing can be.

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That didn’t stop me testing the boundaries of safety. So Hugo and his best mate Kai were in the trampoline with me. And so I said, “OK, we are playing a game. You guys have to stay standing while  do a dive bomb”.  They were like, “Cool!” So I jumped up and landed on my bum and the kids instantly went from being upright to being upside down. I wasn’t expecting such a dramatic reaction, and fully expected tears and my sister to escort me out. But they got up and loved it and begged me to do it again. And of course I indulged them and they got much better at staying upright — even cheating a bit it should be said — by staying closer to the sides.

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Kate and Anna keep their herbs in birdcages to stop any animals pillaging.

LITTLE LOVERS SLEEP-OVER

So the Little Lovers came up to play at a joint cassette-tape launch with Dollar Bar at Tym’s Guitars. And I caught up with a bunch of old friends and had a big chat with Ben Salter which was nice.

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Then I tried very hard to get a cab home, but because of the Rugby, that was futile. I was carrying all this booze for the evening and my bag broke and it was generally a total fail. But I finally got home and got to talk wedding planning with Jess and Dee and then headed off to Jeremiah’s 30th over at Ithaca.

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Nice doors!

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HB JEZ!

After that we tried to get the best chips ever to cure my hangover — but it didn’t really work. Oh well.

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