...with the aid of bike-gear porn. I mean...that's the sort of thing John says when I look at bike gear. I can't help coveting some stuff, can I??
Anyway, finally finally we got back to the shops and bought Mycroft some biker gear. [Biker gear makes me sound like, well, a biker. Which I'm not. M]
We got him some black jeans, and ...what the...Mycroft! How do you do that? You are a biker, I mean, you will be. Enough to need biker gear, anyway. Now either come down here and contribute to the post with me or stop...doing that thing. [Okay. M]
Okay to which? Oh, he's here. Right. So, jeans, a nice plain black helmet, some decent boots and gloves, and The Jacket. Yes, Mycroft, it does need capitals.
He tried on a few different ones, some waterproof touring jackets, some all-weather ones, different styles - and quite a few of them suited him. But we all thought this one was the best:
Mycroft says I've never shown you my jacket, and I have to, now you've all seen his and John's. So here you go:
Please don't Google it. It was...horrifically expensive. Embarrassingly so. But it's really nice. Although mine is scuffed and patched and re-stitched from various crashes. But every mark is a memory. And I love it. Love the way it feels, the way it fits, the way it smells...yes, all right, Danger, shut up with your eyebrows there - it's not porn!
I also bought some intercom units for us to use - Me and Danger or Mycroft. They just fit into our helmets, and let you talk to each other. I think it's better, especially for Mycroft, rather than relying on squeezes and taps and other non-verbal signals to me. And if John and I go away on the bike we can chat on the ride, which will be nice.
Just to touch on the post of yesterday - and thank you, for the comments, by the way - the Met have sent some people out to help the investigation in Norway. And in some small way it makes me feel better to know we're helping, just a bit.
I think it just all...well, it's 25 years ago on Wednesday since a close friend of mine died, and I've been thinking about him a lot and...everything just sort of overtook me a bit yesterday. Especially because he was one of those people who...cared for everyone, and had a great future ahead of him, almost certainly working for charities, and...well, anyway, I think I'll go and visit his grave on Weds.