friday, day off, mr's b and me have a lazy morning, breakfast, walk the dog's, heavy shower but warm, not like winter rain, i'm soaked to the skin, as i walk through the long meadow grass i can't believe i can get any wetter, i'm wrong, ben 'fucking' jones,' the world's most handsome man' has had a major cancellation, i'm in at 1400hr's, four solid hour's of tattooing, i forgot you have rib's at the back as well as the front, i'm sore as fuck, i get in the shower and the hot water hit's my wound's, love it.....

got to get my head in the right place, meditation, work through my kata, gentle stretching, run through my racing lines, total focus....... or, i could drink a couple of cobra's and have a curry, w.w.f.d?........

mallory park tomorrow, they reckon fifty thousand people there, that's massive, ran the racer up the road and guess what?, the clutch is fucked, raided some bit's off the new project and cobbled it together, just finished putting it back together, i'm buzzing and gus is drinking my tea, cheeky bugger.