glastonbury, love it, been glued to the coverage all weekend, got everything recorded on the, blimey, i nearly said 'video' then, remember those?, top-loader's?, betamax? now it's the 'sky +' or hardrive recorder, technology eh? brilliant, never been to glasto, [well, not for the festival, mr's b and the kid's and yours truly had a great time down there when we visited the famous tor back in the noughties but thats a tale for another time] i've always fancied it, i've done loads of festivals in the past, i've done some thirty to forty thousand people festival's, but glastonbury?, they reckon close to 120 thousand souls there this weekend, that's amazing really, the atmosphere and energy from that amount of people all gathered together to listen to music and have a good time, lot's of recreational drugs and copious amounts of alcohol, then theres the reality of a festival, the overflowing port-a-loo's, the joy of getting camped next to twelve sixteen year old's, away from mum and dad for the first time, shouting, being sick and crying as the effects of the cider and reefer and sunburn and lack of sleep and homesickness take there toll, yeah, glastonbury, i love watching it from the comfort of my sofa, freshly shaved and showered and enjoying a glass of wine and decent food without running the risk of food poisoning, but, what i really love is the close up tv coverage of the crowds especially all the upper-class henry's, the fifty-something area managers, the regional directors and c.e.o's trying to sing along and not having a fucking scooby, daft jester's hat's on their head's and trying to be down with the kid's, probably stopping in an eight-grand-for-the-weekend-wi-fi-enabled-hot-tubbed-butler-served-'yurt' yeah you knobber's, we can see you, all of a sudden that pitch next door to the schoolkid's suddenly seem's more appealing than spending anytime in their company, anyway, got my boxer frame, yokes and clip-on's back from the blaster's, good job if a little expensive at forty quid, hope they remember that when i get them powdercoated, the fork-bottom's? they reckoned the blast media wouldn't touch the gold paint, i must admit i was surprised when i tried nitromors on them and it didn't shift it, anyone got any ideas how to remove it because i'm stumped.....
Try oven cleaner. It worked for me on some stubborn shit that nothing would touch but take it easy that stuff is evil!
ReplyDeleteey up steve, yep, tried 'mr muscle' on old annodised parts before like brake caliper's, but, nothing, but NOTHING is touching this stuff! like you said, it's pretty lethal stuff! are you coming down to the festival at mallory? kettles on and we have chocky biscuit's!
ReplyDeleteBizarre mate, what is it that makes the gold so impossible to shift? Triple clamps and clip-ons came up a treat mucker, are they getting painted, coated or polished ? Saw some footage from G'bury last night, the Stones to be precise, I thought they looked and sounded brilliant for a bunch of seventy year old gents . . . enjoy your Sunday Timothy Bailey, hope you don't chew up too many video tapes. XX
ReplyDeleteTim if they can't blast it off, take it to the chrome man and see if they can remove it with a chemical reaction, but be ready to pay more than £40!
ReplyDeleteBMW and Norton featherbed frames are always lovely to look at. What is that stuff? Epoxy or something? So, your saying, you are somewhere between the mosh pit and the high dollar box seats...?
ReplyDeleteMight be there Tim if I have a ride working you know the score if one packs in the rest soon follow suit. I saw your other post that you're probably not gonna be there anyway. I hope something falls right for you and things get sorted out. Would be a shame to lose out. Wishing you the best mate
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