Ice Skating
On a romantic whim I bought tickets for the wife and I. The venue was the temporary rink outside the National History Museum. As expected I started off badly, then got worse, then slightly improved. The most noteworthy thing was my spectacular unnsteadiness. Other people are wobbly, yes, but I have the uncanny knack of randomly and quite sensationally going arse over tit. Can't wait for next time though.
By the way, all you single guys out there, go ice skating. You are guaranteed to crash into some giggling girlie at one stage or another; hilarity ensues, retire to the barrier, engage in delightful conversation, BINGO!
