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

Sunday, 3 March 2013

northern soul

willie mitchell, 'that driving beat' if anything ever summed up all-nighters then this is it, half -past four in the am and the dj drop's this tune, sorry, i'm suddenly awake and giving it my utmost attention, absolutely fucking brilliant.....

aermacchi

couple of shot's from last week, had to make up a guard to stop the grease and shit off the drive chain hitting the pvl ignition and causing major electrickery problems, i cut up a piece of square-section stock, made up some mounting's, drilled 'em and milled to shape, tried to bend up a bit of stainless stock and fucked it up royaly, so, i just dug out an old mud-flap off the work truck and, well, there you go, i'm dead chuffed with it, shame it's going to be hidden behind the original cover and no-one but me and dangerous will ever know it's there, sweary mick say's i should just pretend to be adjusting the ignition so everybody can see it, story of my life, dangerous get's all the glory, me? i'm the twat roughing out all the work........ [p.s. sorry that the photo's are in the wrong order again, but hey, it's really not my fault, contact blogger and tell 'em]......

football

ey up, i'm back, after a particularly nasty dose of 'man-flu' which saw your's truly and the rest of the bailey's reduced to a sorry bunch of barely functioning human beings, just trying to struggle on through the daily drudge of work and domestic chores, all the while just wanting to just curl up and die, by midweek i had honestly thought about painting a big red cross on the front door to warn others that the inhabitants were infectous like they did during the great plague of london during the mid 1600's, i did manage to get in the shed and did my best to pass it on to dangerous who just mocked me for being weak and kept telling me to 'wipe your nose bailey, you're dribbling snot all over the work' and 'stop fucking coughing' cheer's dangerous, thanks for your sympathy, the last thing i felt inclined to do was to keep trying to post stuff on the blog, especially after the third attempt to do the same post, hence it was time to just let the virus run it's course before in my short tempered, ill state i took a ball pein hammer to the computer and reduced it to a big pile of plastic, glass and elecrical circuitary. eventually friday arrives and tonight we have a game against high flying crystal palace, football on a friday night? brilliant, it's not even on sky so why a friday night? how's about having the next game on thursday morning around 0900hrs? football = wednesday night, 1945 hrs and saturdays, 1500 hrs, it's simple isn't it? anyhow, a good game of football, palace taking the three points by virtue of a goalkeeping error by legzdins who stood rooted to the spot like a rabbit in the headlights while yannick bolasie just rounded him and scored easily, the chance to regain a point was squandered two minutes from time when connor sammon blasted the ball straight at the magnificent speroni for an easy save, that was that then, a good, fast, entertaining game, i felt the boo's from some of the 'faithful, were out of order at the whistle, they obviously must be the usual suspects who take advantage of the reduced ticket offer's and don't come very often? me and jack walked back into town, the difference between the football supporters making their way home, or for a consoling pint, wrapped up in coats, scarves and hats to fend off the cold and the friday night party people couldn't have been more different, lad's braving the weather in cap sleeve t shirts , low slung cuff-bottomed jeans and thin canvas slip-on shoes with no socks and the girls exposing acres of flesh, lot's of celluite and teetering on high heels as they staggered from one 'fun-pub' to the next, all in a pavement wide swathe of shreaking, raucous drunkeness, 'fancy a pint dad' say's jack, 'not tonight mate, let's just get some chinese and go home'........