This shot was taken yesterday. Well, actually a couple of years ago. Or ten years ago. In fact it doesn't matter - it's unchanging eternally. Somewhere in an attic there's a pic like this all overgrown with ivy and weeds and stuff, with rusty zimmer frames lying all over the place but here on the backs it will forever remain 1441.
Oh, and in about 2 minutes that guy will try and impress his gf with an extra macho thrust; the pole will stick, he'll hang onto it and perform a gentle yet inexorable helter-skleter down its length into the chilly, bike-strewn depths to the applause of passers by as the aforementioned lady floats on down the river. Always, every time.
