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I had my first day on a new site yesterday, had to have a poxy induction that dragged on for ages as the site is inside a building site. The induction was followed by some facial recognition thing that means you have to bend over and stare at a screen, then slowly nod up and down whilst everyone laughs at you, then you have to start shaking your head with the same result. This means that you can get through the site turnstiles by gurning at the screen until it recognises you. Anyway, lovely warm dry day, t-shirt weather, then I had to get across the borough during evening rush hour, filtering around the cars, wankers on foot and wankers on bicycles who appear at every possible location at the wrong time. The sky was very very dark in the direction of home. Once on the motorway the rain started. The motorway was flooding with yours truly splashing through it all. Someone stuck a picture up of the motorway I was on, so you can see what I was riding through (all three lanes were in use on my bit, the bow wave from the cars was going over my head at one point.

And you smell of wee.

Pink Panther country. Durham Durham, Durham Durham Durham Durham Durhammmmmm, dararrrrr, dadeddeydeedyo, dadee dadee dadee dadee dahhhhhh

The Leather Boys is on TV, Talking Pictures channel. If you like old Brit bikes racing up and down to the Ace Cafe and seeing Tinker from Lovejoy in bed with his biker friend it's a must see.

Hand written in a folder. Been doing it for a while so I know when an oil/filter/plug change is due and how long various components have lasted.

Thank me later

Walthamstow?

A family up the road to me bought a bigger house only one street away from their old address. On the day they took possession they found that the sellers had taken the patio with them. There was just a sad looking area of sand and cement with the pattern of the slabs that had been taken. They could have taken legal action as it was shown on the fixtures and fittings list, but in the end their estate agent was so embarrassed he paid for the patio to be rebuilt.

I'm making my infamous sausage rolls for a bit of a coronation do tomorrow afternoon. Women say men can't cook and to be fair the microwave just seems to make the pastry hot, but how hard can it be. I'll give them another blast I'm sure the stuff will rise and crisp soon.

Move to the flat till they sort it.

I rode one for a short distance once and nearly hit a wall whilst dragging my feet at a few miles an hour. The lack of front brake is about the same as a fully functioning front brake on one of those.

Seen in a bar toilet this weekend, had to get a picture. Also, I was standing in a darkened toilet at the urinal minding my own business when the huge bloke next to me says, "Have you got it in yet, I've managed it a few times tonight?" It was only on a different night when the lights were working properly I realise that I may have over reacted to his comment. Again I took another picture.

I'd forgotten about this till he appeared in todays' paper.

Think of all the energy I've saved since I stopped washing my bikes/pants in 1997.

I'm in Whitby at the Goth weekend. More pictures to follow. Tomorrow it's the 199 steps up to the abbey. If I don't have a coronary that's where the best picture will be from.

Can't quite judge the scale, are they stepping stone for you to cross the water, or just boat calming to make them turn around and go back? They've put some work into that floor. Might just be a camera angle thing, but to me it looks like the floor slopes and they have built the football table on the wonk to allow for it.

Still there a short while ago as I walked back from the supermarket. I had a little squeeze of the Queen's crown (treason?) and it was damp and it hasn't rained here today so they must be out overnight.

Definite on the BOTM, one each. On the other hand, this photo is gorgeous, any chance you could have wheeled a bike into shot?

Parking at the airport then, bit far for a cab. Will you do an Amsterdam report?

What a shame. Harold....GONE

Is Alicante reasonably close to you?

You total star, there's life in the old boy yet. Most people only get a hernia from lifting heavy stuff.

Bless you. Hay fever?

Pepe Le Pew was French wasn't he?