well, there you go, me and dangerous were sitting in the shed this afternoon, i'd been out on the ducati, dangerous on the bonneville, a beautiful early autumn afternoon, i really should have been doing my chores, i've got car's to clean, grass to cut and the garden to sort, my fence and gates need creosoting and the shed need's sorting, nevermind the hundred and one other little job's that i never get around to, dangerous had been out to see his sister and i just hopped on the duc and guess what? yep, i passed him going in the opposite direction, [i waved, he ignored me because i was on a sportsbike, fucking snob] just goes to show, man really is a creature of habit, of all the roads in derbyshire, no, england, no, great britain, no europe, no the planet earth, we end up passing each other! anyhoo, back in the shed, a cold peroni in hand and dangerous say's it, [strange, i've been thinking it all afternoon] 'you know tosspot, it's nearly a year since you raced the beemer' yeah, he's right, almost a year to the day and my bikes still down in kent, i'd better chase that one up i reckon............................
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...