That dog shit is going to be really slippery on artificial grass! Did the dogs not come with a warning?
I am going to Plymouth next week for a few days, for no particular reason. I've booked the Theatre and may take a taxi out to a Ducati dealer there. I am taking the train to Plymouth. I got a payment today from my trust fund, so that got me thinking about buying shit. And then I remembered that I have the DVLA medical group are on my back. I made the appointment with my doctor, as commanded, but that is after I get back. I will probably be banned from driving or riding after that, as this is the way that the DVLA Medical Group operate. In fact, I doubt very much if they will be able to contain themselves, so they may not even bother wait for that report, but ban me anyway. This is the way that at the DVLA medical group waits for nobody. There is a Ducati dealer in Plymouth and I was going to take a taxi out to it. Two reasons not to bother: 1) I will not shell out for a new bike with the prospect of getting banned the day after I get it. 2) I don't know which Ducati. The scrambler 18 inch front wheel doesn't do it for me and for some reason, although Ducatis are light, the Multistrada is a lardy ass. I've got other bikes that I like and are cheaper. The automatic Yamahas MT07/9, or the Triumph Trident 660. I might still go out for a looksy, in order to see if anything else works for me in the Ducati range.
Just tarmac it over, you know you want to. Then have a nice big green fake lawn which you can unroll when you want to sit out or have a BBQ with Doris and some amigos? New potted plants every year ensures zero maintenance and a new look too. The rest of the time a Karcher sorts out the deposits and theres literally no crap walked into your house!
Mate did similar but his bike hit a deep rut at speed and somersaulted into a barbed wire fence. Wish I’d had a GoPro it was a huge get off, took an age to untangle the bike he got away with no injuries miraculously.
Two crap things today, Flew home from Lanzarote for Mrs Roadtrips 60th and the Buyers for my house pulled out found that out whilst driving back from the airport but a plus side to cheer me up I picked up my 900ss engine after a full rebuild the day before i left
Got up at 530am to drive to fucking Plymouth. Serpentine belt partially failed on the A303 just outside fucking Andover. Green Flag wouldn’t fucking recover me as it turned out the MOT had lapsed. Hearing that I was on my way to had to be fucking adjourned. Limped into fucking Andover and got a garage to look at it but the belt they had on the shelf was too fucking long as my fucking car has a 15% smaller supercharger pulley. Got the fucking train home. This is on top of having two fucking punctures on the same night last week due to two separate fucking potholes on an unlit section of the A10 near fucking Buntingford.
Yesterday; booked a city break to Valencia Today; emails from BA & Vueling telling us the outbound flight is now at silly o'clock Now contemplating either sucking it up or sacking it off...
Only in reported speech. But I don’t have a posh accent so it doesn’t sound as funny as when someone plummy does it. One of my most cherished memories is defending a man charged with various charges relating to a rather belligerent interaction with police officers and trying to suppress a fit of giggles when prosecution counsel, who looked and sounded like Theresa May, had to inform the jury that the defendant was alleged to have told a WPC, “I’m going to find out where you live and fuck you up the arse with my 10 inch cock”
