On Saturday I spent a very strenuous two hours playing with the kite and the board on Tooting Bec Common. My shoulders are still recovering. During the two hour boarding session, I lost control of the kite slightly and as I regained control, the board started heading downwind. Just then the wind picked up and I got another twist in the kite lines, and treid to undo it. I jumped off the board - which was doing a steady 15mph at the time - and twirled round to untwist the lines and get my breath back. When I turned back towards the kite, it was sat in a tree.
'It's like kite prison' said a passing urchin. I agreed, through gritted teeth. The kite eventually came free, undamaged.
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'It's like kite prison' isn't exactly the kind of 'cruel' remark I was expecting to acompany a blog title of 'kids can be so cruel'. I envisaged gangs of irritating little gits standing and laughing heartlessly at your misfortune.
Well, it's the way he said it. You had to be there.
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