Many, many years ago (by which I mean decades, I'm a lot older than I look) I cycled around most of the UK and quite a lot of France on various trips and holidays, having a complete ball. Then I learnt to drink, got a motorbike licence, discovered women, and it's been downhill ever since.
So, in order to have a vague stab at getting fit again, I've decided to re-live some of my past glories. Essential to doing this is a decent saddle, and I've just found one identical in all but colour to the one I used all those years ago, on eBay. It's very nice.
I shall spend this evening in front of the TV, rubbing oil into the leather in a manner that can only realistically be called lascivious.