Thanks. Unfortunately the only gig they have listed anywhere near me is on a day when I'm travelling to South Wales for a golf trip; who knew that Hastings has its own Mardi Gras festival?
Can’t see them listed at the Mardi Gras in Hastings, although that sounds like a good few days. Maybe next year.
Having moved to a new house last April I had the garden done at the back of the house, lawn laid, borders filled with nice plants and bushes etc and it looked lovely last summer. Two puppies later and the fuckers have completely trashed the garden. Not only is the grass fucked but they've dug up the borders, ripped up and eaten the plants and bushes and made a complete mess of the back. An old mattress, sofa and knackered fridge strewn on the back wouldn't look out of place now after those twatty lumps of fur have fucked it over. Added to which whenever they go out to do their business and come back in they traipse mud everyfuckingwhere. Thank god I have LVT flooring down in the utility, kitchen and family area that cleans easily. So I've now had an artificial grass company come out to price and lay a new artificial lawn asap. Hopefully they can lay it in the next few weeks cos I'm fed up of the mess these furry arseholes are making.
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...
