Mr Wilson & Miss Adidas

Mr Wilson and Miss Adidas got together in a strange old way.
A careless kick, a misplaced throw, neither of which was their
fault. Some would say; "��bounce of the ball or rub of the green."��

It was the river actually, well that was after they'��d gone through
a net with a hole in it, over a hedge, and of course everything
runs down to the sea, even rivers.

Both of them often got caught up in the life of the river. Toing and
froing, or just plain meandering. It has to be said that this was not
entirely their fault. In fact a lot of hot air has been talked about
this, when in fact, hot air was to blame in the first place, so to
speak.

I was sitting upstairs in a riverside cafe, which was a great vantage
point, when I first saw Mr Wilson. Flashing upriver on a high tide,
he raced past like a jet skier. I thought, "��show off,"�� but then he is
a film star, and I really envied his pace; nice tan too.

Miss Adidas I'��d seen often. She liked to take her time, looking at
shops and peering into cafes. Don'��t think she'��d seen me, or maybe
she just ignored my stares. Anyway this day she had not been looking
where she was going, and there she was; snagged up in the woodwork
of the high Level bridge.

There was nothing I could do, but seeing Mr Wilson rapidly approaching;
It was apparent that he had every intention of rescuing the damsel in
distress. Not that Miss Adidas looked at all concerned. Sure enough
Mr Wilson arrived, and I have to say, "��did not stand on ceremony."��
Bong, he crashed into Miss Adidas, bing, and they were both free.

I had to admire that Wilson's style. Just back from his adventures in
the south seas, and here he was bobbing away with the local sports
star, Miss Adidas. Well who would have believed it, and I wonder if
Mr Ashley knows?

R