Another weekend, another walk at one with nature up the Syndicate Ridge. I could recount the adventures we had and fill your head with pictures of rain coming down in great fat splashing drops that filled our boots or of the delghtful and yet resilient creatures we met. Instead I'd like to discuss Corduroy.

Corduroy, much maligned by philistines the world over. Oh yes, you may laugh... whilst dressing in denim, lycra, polyester and what-have-you but let it be known that Corduroy (or Cords, to us in the know) is a far superior cloth. Worn by Mysterious Charming Corduroy Clad Intellectuals (MCCCI) the world over, I count myself among them. In fact we do have a secret society where we make world changing decisions and believe-you-me Corduroy is the power behind the 'Power Behind'. If you are one of the MCCCI please head over to the Corduroy Club to learn more.

Incidentally, whilst yanking off innumerable leeches from between my trouser cords (does that last bit sound rude to you? Hmm... unintentional I assure you.) I did notice that many of the leechs (AKA: 'slimy creatures of tenacity') actually had three parallel stripes running down their backs. This parallelism would (to my admittedly deranged brain) seem to indicate some kind of interdependence with my corduroy trousers, I would not be surprised if Corduroy was actually vital to the continued survival of the much maligned leech. Perhaps if David Attenborough were to commission a bunch of biologist's to study the mating habits of leeches they would discover the connection.
This would help to explain why leeches are the only creature in the world to find Corduroys sexy.