
Most people my age wouldn't consider donning a pair of blades and hurtling around the pavements, looking ridiculous. But looking ridiculous has become somewhat of a habit with me, so I really don't care. So people might laugh at me – so what? Do these people care about my health? My weight? The fact that I need to strengthen my thighs in readiness for the rigours of this season's skiing? No, they don't care a fig about any of that – so they can laugh away as far as I'm concerned.
In fact, I think I might try to make people feel uncomfortable, deliberately. It could be fun to wear some stupid outfit at the same time, so that people can't really decide whether I'm just an eccentric, or actually mad. Perhaps they'll feel embarrassed at seeing a pathetic old man making a fool of himself; perhaps their fear of the seriously weird will cause them to turn nasty and start throwing abuse at me, or worse – sharp metal objects. This could be fun.
As long as I don't fall over. Hmm, perhaps I'd better get some practice in first – I have a long, flat hallway in my apartment so maybe I should roll up and down in that, behind closed doors.
I'm very excited about this – it's a shame that it's only Monday. Roll on the weekend, that's what I say!
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