I Never Forget a Face

A friend sent me a link to this charming, and, it has to be said, strangely erotic, little vignette from you tube (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CgD6W1wCqyY). For those of you who can't view it, it's footage of British bob-sledder Gillian Cooke inadvertently exposing her arse during a recent championship. I'm afraid my hurried description doesn't really do the clip justice; it has an undeniable olde-worlde charm. There's so much pneumatic rutting on the internet these days, that's it's nice to revert to a bit of saucy, seaside postcode nudity from time-to-time.

After studying it for continuity errors for an hour or so, it occurred to me that Gillian's non-reaction to the event was rather surprising. One would have to assume that the air was chilly to say the least, and yet she appeared unaware of the icy blast whistling around her Racecourse Ground.* I suspect she was heroically ignoring the situation, which makes sense. What was she supposed to do? Jump on a milking-stool and start shrieking? The alternative explanation is that she was so "in the zone" that she didn't feel a thing.

Whatever was going through her mind is of academic interest only. The really pleasing aspect is the knowledge that élite female athletes wear thongs to compete. Hubba hubba...

* home of the Wrexham (sorry about that)