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I think my last one (number 3) was Moderna. Nothing happened afterwards, I think everyone reacts differently, just the luck of the draw.

Your ancestors sensibly hid when the vikings raided, his hung about batting their eyelids, female ancestors as well.

Foot pump and Draper pencil gauge. I had to renew it as they wear a bit and under read after a few years (I use it every day nearly). I bought three together last time and they all read the same, but my old one was 2 or 3lbs lower every time compared to them.

When my mate Charlie still lived in Essex he had a Yamaha DTR125 and a classic Suzuki 500 2 stroke which he commuted down the M11 on. I would know if he was ahead of me in the morning as I could smell the 2 stroke oil. Sure enough I'd catch up with him wedged up some lorry's back side slip streaming it if he was on the 125 because he didn't have the oomph to pass it, or flying along on the old 500 thing. They both self destructed eventually and he switched back to using his GSXR1100 for work duties.

Watched a band called the Blarneys last night, you name, they'll play it, vast range. There's a bloke called Wag who plays violin/fiddle for them. He's got to be nearly 80 and lives in sheltered accommodation around the corner to the club I saw him in last night, I swear he has started to look younger since I last saw him.

How cool is this

I've got this at work tomorrow And this at home before and after work.

I've just increased my vast tea stocks with a trip to Costco.

I'm sure it will set up somewhere else. Lot of work wasted otherwise.

I won't tell all, but at one point there was an egg on the deck of a ship and when I stuck my head into it, I couldn't see anything outside the egg, just lots of stars inside. I called out and suddenly a friend's head appeared inside with me as I had disappeared from their view to them, you can only see other people's heads and golden hands when you have the head sets on.

Dali was excellent, the virtual reality part at the end is a bit overwhelming, loved it.

That's the jobbie. I'm off to my friends' house tonight for a double birthday celebration, then up early on Sunday morning to get the bus and tube to Brick Lane with them. Roads are all shut in London tonight and tomorrow AND where I live 50 miles away for some stupid bicycle race, so no way can we drive or ride in. Dali is at mid day. Apparently there is an Australian couple on holiday meeting us there and I have to amaze them afterwards with Jack the Ripper facts and show them the local yahoos spray painting the railway viaduct. I may have to make some stuff up, show them Jack's old disabled bay, or Mary Kelly's favourite take away.

I'm going to see a Dali type exhibition thing doodah. I loves a drippy clock me.

I only know the name because there was a tv programme about him a few years ago. Unfortunately only the name stuck and that it was from the latin to drink.

No, that's when he washes his bike.

Shaun Rider Pam Ayres or Brian May

Bibendum

Not sure if I mentioned that I won £78 when Rolf Harris died, from our Poppit lottery. Well Tina Turner just died and she was the replacement name that took over from Rolf.

Is there not a tyre with a mongoose on it?

Today I ground my way at rush hour all the way to Spitalfields, it took an hour and half from home, I parked my bike and barriered it off from traffic wardens. I had a dry fork leg, so all good so far. I went into my little hut (sorry, I mean luxury Shoreditch apartment) and I put on my little yellow trousers (with holey knee from the nail incident), my big steel toe capped boots, my plastic glasses, my hard hat and my gloves and walked with Vas up to the building site gate. The gate guard shouted something in Romanian and Vas translated, "you have forgotten your hi viz vest". I had to walk back and get the poxy thing. Left there an hour later and went to the old Crossrail site at Whitechapel to walk a new job with one of my bosses and a contractor. As we were discussing it a withered old man stood near us shouting "eeeeurghhh" every 2 seconds like an elephant and flinging his arms above his head whilst walking in little circles. I said to the others after a few minutes that they had been working in the area too long as they didn't even seem to notice him. Put my bike inside the Crossrail site fence and walked across to the new town hall only to realise I had to walk right back as I'd forgotten I was doing a measure on another job at the same place. Glad I'd left my bike jacket and lid on the bike as it was a hot day today. Did the measure with Dan Dan the paving man and walked back to the town hall yet again. Then spent a few hours drawing up stuff to ruin people's driving experience before going back to collect my bike and had a very warm ride home.

No you don't. But your pillion and the rider has to.

I liked it when he discovered the local toilets were the hole in the ground version. Good for the thighs though.