Shaved Salty Calves...

I braved the wilds of Stratford last night to stand under the swooping roof of the Olympic Velodrome watching Boy breezing through a 25 mile track race.
He finished in the top ten, good enough to rise a category, well done Him.
He seemed as though he’d hardly broken a sweat, or so I thought before I withdrew from a congratulatory hug covered in saltiness!
On my way home, Kapoor’s Krazy Orbit Tower loomed on the skyline ...I've always hated it, even more now as it joins the long list of Johnson London follies.
However, last night I admit it looked great against a looming, post-industrial skyline.