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This is better I think

I used to use an old woodworking chisel (and a hammer) as a wedge between the bearing and the stem just to get it to move a small amount then you could get tyre levers in to move it up further. It only has to go up a little way and then it just lifts off. Then I found that if you rip off the outer cage and the rollers leaving the inner race and get a Dremel with a small cutting disc with cut into it. You don't even have to cut right through, it will crack open once you are about half way through. Or there is the Delboy Vice, drift and hammer method which you can see him do on Youtube

What a lesson it was (the bike bit, the other bit you can get from videos). He got me to sit on the bike on grass in the middle of a shut park at night. He showed me how to make sure it was in neutral and how to start the engine (leccy boot on the bike). He told me to pull the clutch lever in, click it into first gear, open the throttle, let the clutch out and lift my feet up and away I would go. I did all the above except put it into gear. So the bike revved, the clutch lever was slowly released and I picked my feet up. I fell slowly onto my side with the bike on top of me! Second attempt I pulled away smoothly and rode in a giant circle about a mile in diameter until I was heading back towards him, I think I had changed into 2nd or 3rd gear without using the clutch. As I passed him I was shouting out that I didn't know how to stop.

When I were a lad and CB was all the rage, I knew a boy who had mounted a CB on his push bike and it worked quite well. The bloke who taught me to ride a motorbike had one on his CM200 with a mag mount aerial on the rear rack.

I'd buy that! This would be brilliant whilst driving/riding.

FIX!!!!! Oh hang on, I voted for him didn't I?

I am at heart an old draughtsman and I can't help it, I pay attention to tiny details.

I see that Sir dresses to the left.

Just noticed this in my pictures folder.

Has someone left the kettle on down in the valley?

What does this mean? reforesting” drill indexes depleted by years of child users

The Lines of Torres Vedras are quite famous, wouldn't fancy climbing up that with people taking pot shots at me. In fact even without them taking pot shots I'd think twice. If you watch 'Sharpe' on tv you can see a combined army of up to 20 men fighting the French there in one episode. There were over 30 men fighting in the Battle of Waterloo episode. I think they were limited on budgets for that series.

What's in the cardboard boxes? Bike polish or dunking biscuits?

Yes, hard to explain why I like it best, the mound behind and the more all round view of the distant landscape makes it look better to me than the other three similar ones.

They had a news item on it a few years ago and the reporter was stood in a vast candle lit space. He said that if you stood quietly (obviously there is no breeze) you could hear the rhubarb growing, a sort of creaking noise.

I hit my ickle Muntjac deer at 75mph, it hit my crash bar with its head I think. All I saw was a flash of fur in my headlight on the unlit 60mph road. If I had been obeying the speed limit I would have hit him full on and fallen off. Went back next day and took a picture, because I thought I had dreamt it until I saw the fur stuck down my greasy swing arm and the pain in my leg.

Oh mannnnn, can I vote now?

This is exactly how I feel, never get myself into situations where I have to prove that I can't swim at all. When I walk along a canal at work, I keep as far away from the edge as possible, if anyone is going in it's gonna be a cyclist or a jogger. Not that they are deep but you could get stuck in the mud or cut yourself on a shopping trolley.

Ahh yes, full of them, not forgetting the jam butty mines. Google the 'Rhubarb Triangle'.

A month from now you'll see a washing line outside the XTreme hacienda with teabags drying out in the winter sun for re-use

I'm in with a shout there, I'm growing my own.

Could this be the answer to Pete's moist nads problem?

I was just trying to get closer to the castley area, the graveyard bounds one side.

Bit of a walk today to look at an old Motte and Bailey. That was totally hidden by trees and I couldn't get very close to it, so no pictures of that. The stream is the River Roding. I could hear some bloke huffing and puffing whilst thatching a roof but couldn't see him. Took the picture of the Beetle because I had one the same once. The straw fox caught me by surprise. Just liked the sunlight on some but not all of the grave stones. Is this God's way of telling you who was good and who was naughty during life? I'm colour blind but could see the Sloes a way off. Liked the stocks on the village sign.