Slowlycatchymonkey

Not sorted a will I mean I did, I insisted we did once we had kids. But then I met the bloke arranging our will and he was a mahoosive arsehole. I didn’t say a lot because Mr Slowly and I had decided what we wanted to do and written it down and they were Mr Slowlys family solicitors so he was doing the talking. Now I understand that people get distracted by looks and I look small and girly and was accidentally incidentally appearing weak n sweet but this bloke was soooooo rude. He looked me up and down and outright said I didn’t look capable of running a business, wouldn’t it be better to hand it back to his parents. I cut him a bit of slack based on some men being complete morons at judging character but then he decided the child care arrangements I wanted if my kids were under 18 were “unnecessarily complicated” (it was only two options!) and started rewriting and telling me what I would do with my kids, in fact I think you’d be better with a solicitor overseeing your affairs…. Well in front of this tesco school shirt wearing pencil pushing weedy puff of nothing Mrs Politeslowlycatchy disappeared and Mrs Gofuckyourselffast appeared and we left. He still typed it up, our version not his but funnily enough Ive never been back to sign it, never will.

I never really wanted to get married, did it because husbands various relatives kept on and on about Mr Slowly turning me into a “ruined woman” at first I thought it was a joke but no they really had just rolled of the ark they couldn’t bear the shame of us living together out of wedlock So we got a quick licence and married a week later in a registry office. Dont regret it at all though, made life much easier legally and things turned out pretty well. I know a couple that didn’t bother and the kids really hated having to explain why Mum and Dad had different surnames.

Just do what Boboneleg said.

Agreed thats a BOTM pic. I reckon you need to lose the top box to get a solid BOTM victory.

Brilliant news the Bandit is fine The knocking noise is occurring at certain revs only and Mark says its just something vibrating very loudly. He’s coming down another day to find it. Very happy. Apart from the Raybans but heyho rather some sunnies than my bike!

Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt

The amount you bang on about about being gay theres little doubt you are Mr Greeneye

Ooh BONUS I just sat on me new raybans

Lovely pics Sitting outside the dealers as miserable as f’in sin looking at spares n repairs bandits on flea bay Mark the mechanic has done the 9Ts mot and now he’s gonna ride the Bandit and have a listen. Fingers crossed I’m miserable for no good reason! Here’s a pic I thought six might like and yes it is a nice ramp

Oh fuck it, thats the second time now.

Wally

That pretty well sums it up. I think sometimes circumstances aside (and I dont have a lot to back this up) its that the poor bastard is too perceptive and that ability to see the world around them clearly is depressing so they have to mentally check out. The not being a burden part of it Ive heard many times. Bet you didnt run somewhere it rains every day though

You definitely wudna want to be hopping back

Odd

A nice weekend of little commitment, my favourite. Saturday taking Bandit for diagnosis, getting the 9T’s MOT done and maybe fitting the Himalayan pannnier racks, also hoping to fit a ride in. If I can get hold of some lobster which round here isnt easy (cos we live by the sea so of course there is no seafood ) then some fine wine and lobster Thermidor on the balcony in the sunshine before the Rugby kicks off. Sunday reliable ol’ sausage sandwiches for breakfast, a beef, red wine and pickle onion pie (a very robustly flavoured beast of a pie that shouldnt work but very much does) n homemade icecream for lunch/dinner then lazing around complaining you’ve eaten too much in the afternoon.

Its a type of Reggie Perrin. Mental health problems that make people up and leave with no warning are no fun for anyone, thats a deep unhappiness, a complete shut down, poor fucker, his wife will be having a real shit time too. You always hope its cos his life was bad and he had the strength to say “Fuck this shit” and rode off into the sunset, leaving a note to never return, that somehow the people around him deserved it but usually its just old as the hills dark depression. But then who hasn’t had days when they’ve considered doing exactly what he did? When I was teenage I crashed my car into a lamppost (dog ran out) and was going to get grief for being late, I walked towards where I worked and carried on walking.. fuck that shit!

You have to stay awake for foreplay and so far the repetition of old trolling is ... well…

Lets see ‘em

I think I’m going to have to abstain this time on the grounds it’s melting my melon.

3 pretty significant ones then if you landed up trying out some wheels you’d rather not

Crikey thats quite some crash. Lot of broken bones then?

Whatever floats ur boat