I MET A CHILD CALLED DIESEL.
That is all I can say on this subject. He was running amok in a car park and his mother was howling at him.
In other news, I am taking part in the New York triathlon this weekend. I fear both sharks and jellyfish during the swim, perhaps one group could sting the other? I'm also a little apprehensive about swimming the Hudson river, hardly a beauty spot. I may perish. Had to share.
But back even with these considerable trials weighing me down, I am forever grateful that I was, nor ever will be, named Diesel. I am also pleased that I am not a Tatiana.
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Congratulations on doing the triathalon!
...Diesel? Seriously? Those parents were cruel to name their child after something you put in a car
Triathlon... well, let's see if I cross the finish line first. But thank you!
Incidentally, the poor Diesel, what will happen when petrol/gas dries up and we're all using biofuel? He'll be an anachronism. It's almost as if his parents didn't want him...
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