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

Friday, 28 September 2012

friday night

friday night, cadwell tomorrow, up extra early door's, 0500 start for the two and a half hour drive up to cadwell,need to check the bike over, [we've had six week's to do it but end up looking at it the night before, go figure?] we are bound to forget something, alway's do, major crisis before we set off, we only have a half full, [half empty?] gas canister, we may run out of gas and not be able to mash, see how hard it is being me? nite, nite everyone, sleep tight.......

hello, hello, it's good to be back, it's good to be back....

ey up.i'm back, sorry for the last post, jessica loveless has hacked me again to post photo's and word's on my blog, top photo is of ben 'fucking' jones,[probably the best tattoo artist this side of er, allenton] and my old time, brotherman, steve marsh, [this wanker tried to kill me first day we met, wired a piece of wire straight off my ht lead into my fuel tank on my puch vs50d moped] we have been through a lot since, both lost our dad's, couple of marriages, girlfriend's, kid's, tattoo's, fight's [dirty, horrible violence, pain, injury, stitches and broken bones sticking out of flesh, blood, snot and excrement] laugh out loud moments, hanging upside down on a barbed wire fence trying to sneak into donington park for the gp's, skateboarding, [both toss at it, major hospital time usually],punk rock, converse, jumping off bridges into the river, [one classic afternoon saw marshy narrowly getting hit by a train, losing his footing and diving headfirst into the murky, pollution filled river derwent and smashing his already ugly fucking mug into a submerged shopping trolley]getting chased around sawley on vinny's [rip] xt 500 yam by the bobbies on pushbikes, fist fighting with the local's in repton, hopelessly outnumbered, steve can't just let it go and keep his fucking gob shut, so, we always end up fighting, i just wanted to go home but can't see this twat getting a right royal kicking, we usually end up beaten black and blue, stripped to the waist, back to back, football on the sand in welsh wales on a bank holiday, barstool's, glasses, fighting everyone in close proximity, gypsy's, the police and fairground workers, labourer's, plasterer's, electricians and site agents the length and breadth of this fair isle, ladies and gentleman, mr steve marsh, [keep your mouth shut wanker, i'm getting too old for this malarkey].........

jessica loveless takes over, read 'em and weep mofo's

Friday afternoon, diet red bull, radio 2, pistols and machine guns, uncle steve and random visitors, mad laughter and ginger beards... Leg twitching, bepanthen and itching... Ribs are a breeze, relaxing into it makes it almost theraputic.. Feet are a different story.. But Ben Jones - "the worlds most handsome man" (second only to Barry Gibb) has done a lovely job! Safe to say that i had an ace day and came out with some awesome artwork. Too bad the old guy (my dad) ditched me for racing his shonky old boxer.. really needs more BHP if he wants to compete.. although, i think theres a sad satisfaction gained from showboating at the back. cruising two fingers up at the crowd and marshals.. amongst several opportune photographs to be achieved as people are just about to lap him.. makes him look like he's winning! He really needs to try harder.. Jessica Loveless x