the word's of seasick steve seem to ring true today, 'i started out with nothin' and i still got most of it left' sometimes you just can't seem to do anything right, i set out with all good intentions, six hour's in the shed and nothing to show for my effort's, empty tea mug's, a load of swarf machined in vain, a big row about whether the american's landed on the moon, [did they fuck, dangerous reckoned they did, i believed it until i went to cape canavarel, it was almost fifty years ago, we didn't have the technology to do it then, think about it, until recently we were sticking tiles to the outside of the space shuttle to stop the vehicle burning up on re-entry, limited computer's, the main frame that allowed you to be able to print out a copy of the mona-lisa in numbers the size of a multi storey carpark, and a telecommunication system based on two coke tin's and a piece of string, it was all about politics, the cold war was full on, just think of the propaganda coup if you could fool the world into thinking you could travel to another planet?], mr's b comes into the shed to see what all the swearing is about, i try and explain that dangerous has been brainwashed, mr's b gives me one of those 'scottish' look's and look's like we may be on the receiving end of a headbutt if we don't shut up, we agree to differ, [your wrong dangerous and you know it], dangerous busy's himself cleaning up the welds on the frame and i lick the koni shocks into shape and sort out the recently ordered spares, new brake pads and shoes, [the latter wrong, lost in translation, ebc part numbers cross referenced to ferodo items], mince pies eaten, tea drunk, ['so how do you explain the shadow's in the photo's then wanker?] we have a cobra and agree to disagree, see you tomorrow mate...................................
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