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You'll be fine mate, central city's are the main places you'd find most of that kind of trouble, keep out if them and you'll be riding your bike back as opposed to flying back alone. P.s keep away from Kent especially around six's Manor he has a van and he's not afraid to use it

Due to drop into the 20’s at the end of the week here. Yay!

Slipped off the stepladder yesterday while overreaching, stupidly I was trying to avoid moving the ladder, felt my ankle crunch a wee bit, a little sore but reckon I’ll be ok to ride to Brighton on Wednesday. I’m posting this is because I thought you lot would find it amusing that cos I was in the flat on my tod and it was 26 degrees I decided to take my overalls off so when I landed on the floor pulling the roller tray down on me I was only wearing knickers, I’m still finding splashes in unusual places, I look like a Jackson Pollock and before you ask no, no pics!

One for @zzzak

He will be getting a CB500 next.

Ummmmmmm, a bit late to the party. @MooN has already quoted that

The bruise has started to come out on my arm , it looks like beetroot. I can’t stand beetroot

There you go @Pedro.......I'm sure you'll find it reassuring to know that there's worse places you could have gone!

To be honest I’m a bit anxious about this UK trip, it’s all horror stories on youtube. However, we’ll try to sleep in ok areas and search for places with parking. Also the point is to go through scenic places instead of lingering on slums. My bike has an alarm, plus one tries not to live in fear. Porto once had an armed carjacking crisis and that didn’t stop me driving around, just keep a little space to the car in front on stoplights

Washed my bike today, including the luggage, tomorrow will wipe a cloth with motul shiny stuff on it and hope it’s done until the uk bimble in September. Also washed the inner things of my helmet, trying to make it smell human again, and less of dust and sweat. I feel the time for a new lid is approaching.

Funny thing, when someone here in Portugal thinks of smashing a hooker it means something else altogether.

Speak for yourself mate I feel fit as a butchers dog after playing rugby yesterday which I didn't expect

My fanboy is here!

Don't worry Pedro the UK is not the worse place for bike theft he's just hating on the UK again but you would be foolish not to take some precautions there's twats in every country https://www.bikerandbike.co.uk/uk-far-worst-motorcycle-theft/

It’s seems I have watched the first series a while back ..

Take yourself too seriously? Like to pontificate on matters well beyond your knowledge? Enjoy making snap judgements, taking offence and upsetting others? Well Pete knows a perfect place for you

I can’t be bothered watching stuff like this anymore as most of it is fucking idiotic, only a small percentage of it makes me laugh. The number of twats with hardly any common sense, a complete lack of awareness of their own ability and an over inflated opinion of their worth never ceases to amaze me. Cunts.

They’d start coming around a lot more often!

I’ve only seen two episodes but she outclasses the other actors by a country mile.

No I don’t think I will rahahaa

Not likely, lazy buggers were lounging around at home not wanting to do the decorating.

if your going with mr slowly to brighton tell him not to fall for the pound coins glued to the floor.

The base layer arrived. It’s really comfortable, super soft and the thin armour is fabric backed. Very pleased, will update after I’ve ridden to Brighton in them.

Didn’t want to get paint on my bra

I think it's time for you to embrace the Namby Pamby Lifestyle!

If you are looking for sympathy you will find it in the dictionary in between shit and syphilis.

He makes Harley stuff for wankers.

spent the morning today trying to drop the temperature inside the house. Then shut all the shutters cos it was 38 in the street outside and buggered off to spend the afternoon at a friends house who's got a pool... I was planning on cycling in to work tomorrow morning but they're forcasting 38 to 40 c for the afternoon and I aint cycling home in that!

i watched the last 15... england was shite , giving ball away , bad passing and not one of em got their tits out .

I have just phoned the mayor of Huescar to inform him that you are a fake Welshman and that your real name is Windsor. Expect a knock on your door in the next five minutes...............

I was hoping that you'd miss the fact that he's a prop .......

Yes. I’ve had a few sets of the original ones and really like them as a smooth road tire, this is the rocks version which looks less gay and will probably be better too except maybe last less.

Still moving like crab but I just ate pizza for breakfast so it’s not all bad

I might have just been a bit bad, in my defence I haven’t bought any new motor cycle clobber in years (apart from the base layer above and a duplicate set of some things to leave in Spain) and my other Roland Sands jacket is lovely.. and this was too much of a bargain to ignore.. and I don’t have a black jacket. Only £222. Yep I’m now convinced it was a necessary purchase. These may have also fallen into the basket

I was up and walking Costa at 7:45, he is not to blame for my bad habits It’s your choice to get hungover, that’s how real men do it!

When I got back I lifted the fence again and quickly showed my wristband to someone who looked even more hung over than me. By the time I got back to my tent my mate was stirring, well boiling really. He had a small gas cooker going with a collapsible lime green kettle on it. “Ooh how lovely”, I said, “It goes with our pretty wrist bands!” He proceeded to pour the hot water into a pot of porridge and then did some actual stirring, it didn’t make it look any more apetizing than it did dry. This posh tent had its own phone mast. It looked like it was going to rain. We decided to ride into town quickly before it did and have a look round, and in my case get some breakfastlunch. I swear the actual rain did not start until we rode through the ‘nongate’ and into the car park. My phone was nearly out of charge and I had it plugged into a car type USB thing on my dash. It was raining that heavily that I backed my bike under a tree, followed by my mate, I left the engine running to keep the charger going (it is only live with the ignition on) and we waited. I had to put my hand over the charge to stop the deluge filling it and shorting it out. After about 5 minutes the rain eased and we turned right out of the carpark and took the short ride to the town centre. On the way we passed a group of Hells Angels all gathered around that traditional bike club mode of transport they seem to like, a broken down van which was blocking half a mini roundabout. Naturally it started raining again, but then stopped as soon as we parked up in a car park. I swear, someone up above knew exactly when I was riding and when I was not riding and set the weather accordingly. Barbie was showing at the local flicks, but I was worried other bikers might see us going in. Thing like that can ruin you wiv the boyz. I found a place for my combined breakfastlunch and of course the rain stopped and the sun came out. Afterwards we stepped out and the rain started again. We had a look around the local army regimental museum. An old man in a wheel chair stopped me and asked if I had ever fought in a war, I said no, but I had run away from a few pub fights in my time. He didn’t seem to understand, I don’t think he was the full shilling. We saw him later on being pushed about by a younger companion and asking similar questions to passers by. I was stunned to see a display which appeared to be my infamous friend Strange Dave, it was eerily like him. I sent it to him straight away and got the following response. "They wanted a fearsome looking chap." Saw this name on a medal display, loved it, unfortunately it is a blurry pic. Solomon Slugg. I must look him up. Near to the museum was an old house with strange figures posed outside. There was no explanation for this, so I took a few pictures and moved on. After a walk around the local market we rode back to the rally site. The Hells Angels must have fixed their van as it was no longer on the mini roundabout. Probably being used for its primary purpose, allowing large American motorcycles to travel to camping events with just a rolled sleeping bag under the headlamp! We decide to walk back up to Old Sarum as there was a pub in a little lane next to it. We had a few drinks in there and then I raced my bladder back to the site for the afternoon and evening entertainment. The sign with the band list kept moving, so when I spotted it again, I squeezed between a couple of tattooed beasts next to it and took a picture in case I lost it again.

Brilliant report Yen! But the reason you wanted to do all that walking is beyond me!

It was then I noticed a man walking towards me. Another early riser I thought, but no, he was wearing a sort of security/doorman type get up. Apparently I wasn’t supposed to be in here, the footpaths were closed. I said I was leaving now anyway, but there were no closure signs, just some dodgy and vague paper notice. He said that was it. I said that one thing I know about is how to close a footpath properly and that wasn’t it, but he didn’t really pay attention as he walked me out of the main gate. More to follow.

Stop worrying about other people, who gives a shit if they fuck themselves up....

I mostly see a bunch of tits who are riding someone elses bikes and haven't got a clue how to respect the conditions they're riding in..................... on the plus side it makes for a funny video

I find it disturbing for a couple of reasons! Firstly they don't seem to be bothered if they trash their bikes, despite the value of them. Are they loaded......or just fucking stupid? Or both? And also, considering most of those guys are not young, they seem oblivious to the physical damage they could inflict on themselves. Back in the mid 70's I used to come off my TS185 and DT400 all the time by pissing about and trying to do wheelies and jumps offroad. I'd hit the deck and bounce around, then just jump back on as if nothing had happened. Then in 2004 I binned my boy's DT175......and I hit the deck like a sack of shit. I certainly didn't bounce anymore! Took me about 10 minutes to get back on my feet again and I didn't feel right all day! So the consequences of something like that for me (and guys like me) now at our advanced ages don't bear thinking about. They wouldn't just be serious, they could well be permanent.

The part ex price was stupid. The salesman was almost too embarrassed to say it and said that I'm best off selling privately. One of Mandy's colleagues suggested selling it through a bike shop, with them taking a percentage, but I've not fully investigated that yet.