talcum soul

me and dangerous trapped down to the motorcycle live show at the nec in birmingham today, a last minute, friday night, two peroni's down, i'm bang up for it, getting up at 0630 hrs on my first saturday off in three weeks, it didn't seem such a good idea, show report to follow, tonight, mr's b want's to watch the x-factor, i'm tired and emotional, i'm listening to some marvin gaye, massive attack, bobby womack, gil scott herron and northern soul, i'm looking at these tosser's on the tv, invading my front room of a saturday night, manufactured wank, a full scale argument breaks out, i'm vocal, singing along to some talcum soul, mr's b is pissed, i'm giving it the big one about louis walsh, boyband bollock's, just fuck right off, playing on peoples feeling's, giving them a brief glimpse of success, tell me one act on this crock of shit who you can name? i'm waiting...... there you go, plastic, not real and then? there's people still seeking out rare soul, still dancing to it, the original all night, all soul, all killer, no filler music, i need to get my lazy arse down to a 'nighter instead of just talking about it.....

the bravest man in the universe

bobby womack.

friday night.

two-stroke

somewhere, back in the deep recess of the loveless memory, i can remember adverts for a shop which i think was called hadley custom? they used to run adverts in the bike press back in the '70's and very early ,'80's they had a range of tuning part's for, if i remember correctly, [give me a fucking break, i'm old] four-stroke tuning stuff for the four stroke monsters from back in the day, cb 750's, early zed's and the gs range of suzuki's, their advert's used to boast the tagline, 'help stamp out two-strokes] i wish i could find a copy of the original ad's but i guess it was only me who can remember them, i hated hadley custom with a passion back then, i was a yamaha riding two stroke fan, that's what my heroes rode, from the much maligned, [back in the day] fsie 50, through a 125, rd 250, [or three, ahem] to my beautiful white and red speedblocked rd 400, [i bought it just as everyone else was buying the elsies], here's a nasty two stroke, don't know anything about it, it could be a 250, 400, h1 500 or legendary h2 750, but, who gives a fuck, just a bad bike, hardtail frame, no front brake, ball-milled fork leg's, loving it, especially those expansion chamber's, rrrinngg-aaa-dinnggah, rinnnnngg-aaaahh dinnnngggg......

racing

the grand prix from CSR brno, 1956, three years before yours truly entered this world, franta, cobbled streets, pudding basin helmets, dustbin fairings, massive crowd's lining the streets, no armco, no straw bales, no air catch fences,  just concrete posts ready to maim and hurt any mortal who overcooked it, brilliant, especially with the chezch commentary and the eastern european rock and roll soundtrack......

aermacchi

sunday afternoon disappears, it fades into the ether, into history, tea drinking, eating dark chocolate hobnob's, chatting with the barseman on the phone, catching up with stu, drinking peroni, reading motorcycle news, watching some footy on the telly, oh yeah, we did a bit on the aermacchi too, new torque arm, drilled for lightness, polished up the rear wheel, sprayed the venting mesh with some wilco gold i had left over from painting one of my ma's picture frames, measured up some new spacers for the wheel because the originals were binding on the swingarm and turning the swingarm into a rigid, no suspension, no good on a race bike, sunday....

o.g.

gordy and me, farmyard party, many moon's ago, original gangster's.....

bike magazine

post shift, saturday morning, home from work after another 0600am start, walk the dog's through the steady drizzle, match this afto, at home to birmingham city, 1720pm kick off, 1720? what the fuck is that all about?, sky tv, that's what it's all about, fitting in with the television schedule, [we don't have a home match, 1500hr's kick-off until the new year, fuck sky, you are killing football] couple of hours to kill before the game, so, i have a brew in the shed, radio 6 on and a general tidy up, i have a big stack of magazines, motorcyle new's, old bike mart, classic racer, sideburn, dice and performance bikes, mojo music magazine, tattooo magazine's and all the other old malarkey i tend to buy on a whim, right, let's be brutal, big mag cull, i load up the recycling with a right load, i stop for another brew and start idly flicking through a copy of 'bike' magazine from 1971, absolute brilliance, excuse the poor photo's......

aermacchi

friday, i love friday's me, the best day of the week, the end of the working week and an early finish too, [except i'm at work tomorrow, third saturday in a row on my shift pattern, one day off a week, i'm getting too old for all this working weekend's bollock's] i ordered a pair of njb racing shock's on tuesday, had two pair's already, [for the mz racer and my sporty], brilliant service from norman, just phone him, give him the length of the shock's, [centre to centre measurement between the mounting bolt's] your weight, the make of bike and he makes them up to suit, custom built gas shock's, non-adjustable, but why would you want to when they are made to suit you? they arrived today, got home and machined up some mounting hardware from bolt's i had in stock, made the paddock stand bobbin's out of some round stock, they are two- piece so we can get the right spacing to mount them off the swingarm to give us clearance, the top mounting bolts are dished and drilled down the centre to save some weight, i love friday's me........

i know what i like [in your wardrobe]

for anyone trying to post comment's on the blog, sorry but the blogger widget is corrupt and i've had to remove it from the sidebar, please feel free to comment, hopefully they will sort it out and we can restore it, anyhoo, here's a mint photo from 'life' magazine that i've been wanting to post for age's but couldn't find anything to write about it.......

unfinished sympathy.....

'blue lines' by massive attack, twenty-one year's old today, happy birthday, absoluteley one of my favourite tune's ever, pure, pure soul music, i love you shara nelson, you make my heart bleed, this is for everyone who has a heart, for everyone who has ever loved, for everyone who has lost someone......