Spent 8 hours canoeing down the Wye yesterday. Despite the massive head winds and thunderstorms I've managed to sunburn the shit out of my knees. Canoe knees, as will be familiar to any canoeists. Or canoonies, as they shall henceforth be known. As in "look at the state of my fucking canoonies", or "for fuck's sake Little Dog will you get your claws out of my canoonies!"