life just get's in the way sometimes, the daily drudge, up early, shift, chores, dog walking, you know how that goes, one week a year i tend to get totally focused, a little island in the irish sea see's the world's best road racer's converge for the best racing in the world, ever, forget the 'moto-gp' superstar's, the world superbike luvvie's and all that other old malarkey, the racer's who ride at the island have bigger bollock's than the rest of them put together, real road's, no run-off's or gravel trap's here, just a certain, hard, horrible death or a lifetime of pain if you mis-judge a corner, but, in this 'health and safety' 'risk-assessment' and nanny state world we live in, i consider it a blessing, i weep everytime a racer loses his life in pursuit of riding the road's, but, that's their descision, these boy's and girl's are special people, they are focused on their goal and that's it, micheal dunlop is a very special rider, four win's in a week at the tt?, fucking amazing.........
well, i've sat and looked at it for a couple of day's and today i decided i really couldn't live with it, you have to be true to...
early seventies at southgate secondary modern and the young loveless was getting his ear turned by black music, mostly motown and what later...