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They have no style or taste…….clearly as they have me as a mate.

93 more like it, happy birthday old yin.

You mean your mates would call you gay.

Bike………I have my dignity………mind you, the scoot could do it. Next trip.

Happy birthday in that case

It sure is ! and at 73 it is no fun. I'm 73 today.

Quenching some bolts to suit the murdered out theme of the Sprint and maybe protect them from rusting again.

Been out playing around with the Sprint today painting stuff. Also experimented with the bolts for the exhaust by quenching them. Heating them to just turn cherry red and dropping them in used engine oil. They look okay. It will be interesting to see if they are resistant to rust.

Bike or scoot?

I’ve been called worse by better.

So, my mates who are currently still exploring Morocco are due back onto the Spanish mainland on Tuesday lunchtime. They’re heading towards Seville for Tuesday night and I’m leaving Tuesday morning heading towards Alcala La Real for an overnight stop. Wednesday will be a late start for me as I head towards our rendevous in Osuna for the madness to begin………..can’t wait. My bike is ready, nose pointing at the garage door, gear all packed and mounted on the rear seat. My missus still has the arseache with me so she’s quite pleased I’m fucking off for a few days. Every cloud has a silver lining eh? Not sure I’ll manage a trip report but I’m sure I can upload some photos with minimal effort. It should be good as I’ve not had any alcohol for the last three months as the painkillers and anti-inflammatory pills for the sciatica prevented it………two pints and I’m going to be minging.

That’s quite funny for you. You’re still a complete cunt but at least you’re funny.

Sharp pain’s shooting through your arse will be the norm now you have the scoot.

It’s a bastard aint it.

Yep……for me the worst part is either sitting down or getting up, it’s impossible without sharp pains shooting through my arse, thigh and knee…….oh and ending up in my shin. Cunting cunt.

A young man called Chris from London wanted to buy a Christmas present for his new girlfriend. They hadn't been seeing each other for very long and she lived in Scotland. Chris consulted with his sister and decided, after careful consideration, that a pair of good quality gloves would strike the right note... not too romantic and not too personal. Off he went with his sister to Harrods and they selected a dainty pair of fur lined quality leather gloves. His sister bought a pair of sexy knickers for herself at the same time. Harrods had a free gift wrap offer but the assistant mixed up the two items, the sister got the gloves and Chris unknowingly got the knickers. Good old Chris sent off his gift wrapped present in a parcel with the following letter. Dear Maggie, I chose these because I've noticed that you are not wearing any when we go out in the evenings. If it had not been for my sister I would have chosen the long ones with buttons, but she wears shorter ones (which are easier to remove). These are a very delicate shade, but the lady I bought them from showed me the pair she had been wearing for the past three weeks and I hardly noticed any marks. I had her try yours on for me and she looked really smart in them even though they were a little bit tight on her. She also said that they rub against her ring which helps keep it clean. In fact she hasn't needed to wash it since she began wearing them. I wish I was there to put them on for you the first time, as no doubt many other hands will touch them before I have a chance to see you again. When you take them off remember to blow into them a little bit because they will be naturally a little damp from wearing. Just imagine how many times my lips will kiss them during the coming year. I hope you will wear them for me on our next date. All my love, Chris P.S. My mum tells me that the latest style is to wear them folded down with a little bit of fur showing.

Watched F1 early this morn. Mandi wanted to go to the gym so I went with as I didn't want to sit here doing nothing. Had a walk back and got bloody soaked.

Not much going on today , grocery shopping, think the hagendaz strawberry ice cream is on special....and tacos for supper...

I'm in the same position.

I got to the point where I couldn't walk across a room sometimes. The worst part was when it was bad it wasn't possible to move about or find a position where it didn't hurt.

It’s a proper nuisance and one day it’s not too bad and then the next……….OUCH!

I should have taken take my father in laws advice that he gave me in 1980........"Buy a one way ticket out of the UK!". I may have ended up somewhere that has mild winters...

I feel your pain and remember what that is like, so glad I don’t have it anymore.