Who Needs Shakespeare

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

so said badman Shakespeare

Coming back from lunch near Broadway yesterday my girlfriend and i were treated to this sight of devastation. Had the photo been taken an hour before, two much loved Brooks saddles time-consumingly moulded to each of our butts would have added nicely to its composition. Now there was nothing but air.

So in accordance with the great Bard, and to beat the thief at his own game i spent the next 5 hours trying to force a smile. It was difficult and painful. Actually more difficult and painful than riding the two miles back home standing on the pedals.

But then i got home and saw this.

And i no longer felt alone. Everything made sense.

Because a fake smile can hide a million tears.

That's about it really.

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