another perfectly good motorcycle ruined.......

Monday, 29 August 2011









4am, phone ring's, we've been done at work, the scummer's have cut the fence at the back of the unit, smashed the security lights and smashed a hole through the wall with sledgehammers, very clever, bank holiday, the place is a right fucking mess, i try to get back to sleep, no chance, my head is buzzing, i'm thinking about the break-in, i'm thinking about the twat who turned up at my house with my old bike, neglected and wrecked, i toss and turn for an hour and get up, mash a brew, slice of toast and shout the dog's, they stretch and yawn and look at me like i'm mad, out into the early morning drizzle, grey and cold, a brief rainbow as the low early autumn sun catches the rainfall over the chevin, the sun is soon blanked out by the cloud, i walk for miles....

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