jessica is a very naughty girl, i've just discovered that she's hacked my blog so there was only one thing to do, i tied her behind the sportster and dragged her around frank's muddy field for twenty minutes, not so photogenic now are you princess!

My dad, is the worlds biggest nobhead.
My dad, is batman.
My dad is dysfunctional, loud, sociopathic, irrational, angry and strange
But also, somehow... the actual coolest person in the whole world.
I know you lot are used to reading his blog and seeing his perspective on the world through his oldman-vision... but i have to admit this oldfart outlook on life has passed on to the next generation.
My dad is the reason that my sense of humor is so fucked up, it is of his doing, that boner is the most hilarious word in the world,
and it is also his fault that my ipod is an eclectic mix of old school trip hop, rock and other miscellaneous CD's that we listened to once upon a time in his garage.
I also blame my dad that i seem only to befriend men... because, inside, i am an old man,
and it is because of my dad, that i am sat here right now in a ramones night shirt hacking his blog.
I think the anarchist in me is also a little bit his fault.
I condemn my dad for making me a social hermit. It is because of him that a teenage girl is more comfortable talking to societies outcasts, the tattooed, the old, the morbid, bikers, punks, the artists... rather than people of her own age.
But it's shithot..!
It's because of my dad that as soon i talk to people, the usual response is 'fuckynell!'... a blonde sixteen year old.... is actually a 50 something year old man in her head.  It's a surprise that my music knowledge surpasses that of most music buffs, and instead of romcoms, ancient B-movies with crap effects, no story, and a massive badass factor are amongst my favourite films. 
It is my dads fault that if i was to tell you right now where i would be in just two years, i would respond  tattooed to fuck and probably be in a pub somewhere off my face on tequilla with my dad.
My dad, is my best friend.

I also accredit my dad for being so damn photogenic.

kaname ozuma.

scarred for life.

mz racers, some famous faces here, peter williams, dieter braun, eddie crooks and some bloke called hailwood?

dangerous is selling his sport classic, put it on e-bay this afternoon and it's already got five bids, stunning bike but he's got the building bug again, bonneville flatracker project, it's an itch that has to be scratched.

'derby born, derby bred, strong in arm, thick in head', football today, rams v portsmouth, late kick off to suit sky television, bus in to town, couple of pints in the 'leaper, this was going to a 'normal' saturday, lad's at the match post, got off the bus in derby and then suddenly i realised what they were doing to my home town, i've lived here for fifty one years and i've certainly seen some changes , look at the new bus station, dwarfing the river gardens and old council house, the quad, art centre on the market place and the massive tv screen, seen a few homeless people watching it but when the world cup was on derby city council stopped matches being screened because of public order offences, the horrible 'jury's inn' hotel dominating the skyline between the cathedral and the silk mill, massive westfield zombie shopping centre, the swing bridge over the river derwent, waste of money, they swing the bridge out of the way to allow boats through and one hundred feet further on the low bridge height and weir prevents further travel, fucking genius that one, my town is being slowly eroded.

been a long week, always the same when you come back from holiday, trying to get back into the daily routine, the week drags by, routine, get up, go to work, shift, home, walk dogs, shower, shave, bed, up, blah, blah, blah,  love fridays, start of the weekend, rain, cold rain, soaking through my berghaus, light fading, no one around, that damp autumn scent, smells like patchouli oil, wish we were back in california.

funny old world really, this time last week i was sitting in lax, drinking budweiser and waiting for my flight home, this week i go in the shed and gary inman from sideburn is in there, 'ey up gary mate, what the fuck you doing in my shed?', 'listen you derby bastard want some do you!', 'calm down gary, i know you leed's fan's are considered one of the elite but what the fuck are you doing in my shed?' 'well actually, i would like to do a 360 degree feature on your shed for performance bike', 'carry on then dude, franny lee kicked norman hunter's arse though didn't he?', 'fuck off you derby bastard, we are leed's. we are leed's we are leed's......', 'ok gary, let's just smile for the photo and then we can sort it out', 'ok mate, cheese,', 'did you just say leed's?'............'we all fucking hate leed's.....' , 'scab', fuck you', 'fuck you right back scab',' don't start on the miners strike' 'bollock's', fuck you', great night, thank's paul and gary.

membership form for bemsee dropped through the letterbox today, it's nearly the mz anniversary, can't believe it's nearly a year gone since me and dangerous made the journey up to lancashire to pick up the basket case bike that we were going to change into the racer, had a review of the finances with mr's b and there's no way we can afford for me to do a full season racing next year, got to pick and choose which meetings we do, that's the way it goes.

ted is the cheese ninja, doesn't matter where he is, perhaps in the garden, asleep on the sofa or playing, when that cheese comes out of the box, ted is there, here he is, he's using an old kung-fu technique, ghost dog cheese paw's to overwhelm jessica, 'your kung-fu is rubbish human girl child, you are powerless, give me the cheese'...