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

Sunday, 18 March 2012






 if you had told me on xmas eve, as me and dangerous sat swigging cobra's in the shed, that we wouldn't have been at the british historic racing practice day on the 22nd of march in the year of our lord two thousand and twelve. i would have told you of my intention to expose my nether regions on ripley market place, we were well ahead of the game, smug as a very smug, smug thing, what the fuck?, where has it all gone wrong, i've been a good boy, most night's after my shift i've been in the shed, machining, cleaning, fabbing part's and yet, here we are, four day's until practice and no engine, i'm sitting in the shed, looking at the big hole where the engine should be, it's still in a hundred part's, scattered across derbyshire and nottinghamshire, oh well, only one thing to do, crack open a bottle of shiraz and get some wham on the cassette deck, 'everything she want's' tune, i'm dancing in my pant's me.........






the internet's great, but, me? i'm a luddite at heart, you can't beat a book or a magazine, i must have spent thousands on the printed word in it's various form's over the year's and you know what? i don't regret a penny of it, i can't pass a newsagent or a charity shop without going in for a browse and more often than not, i come out with a bag full of books or magazines or cd's or vinyl or even heaven forbid cassette's or video tapes, book's, brilliant........