Slowlycatchymonkey

Get washable coverless duvets and just skip the whole duvet cover thing.

I don't know many people who wouldn't laugh at the sight of a bare arse dangling from a window

She went to Roedean so she was from posh old money. She wouldn't have been able to get in otherwise. UK Public/private schools still require references from people of standing now, simply having the cash won't get you in. You have to be 'the right sort'

I dunno isn't experimentally exploding stuff a bit like fire- always a bit exciting? Probably even more exciting after a couple of bevvies

Topbox

Im led to believe they were pissed up a lot of the time so lost quite a lot of bombs

I just see a serious lack of vitamin D and osteoporosis on the horizon

The MOD place was passed the Woodspring Priory. They closed it down a long time ago, after they lost their second bomb in the channel. Idiots hadn't secured it properly, and they didn't tell anyone there were bombs loose somewhere in the Channel! One of them washed on the beach and the other was never found. We only know about it because one of the girls used to go down there for a bit of fun and sexed up men are loose lipped The whole house would shake like an earthquake was going on and the electricity would dip out but it was great to watch the water flying miles into the air. I don't know how they got away with blowing things up there for as long as they did considering its the main drag into the docks. Here you go https://www.somersetlive.co.uk/news/somerset-news/ministry-defence-explosives-test-site-5588427

Probably down at the MOD place

I got together with Mr Slowly pretty young and once when he went away for a bit longer than usual I started to wonder what do single girls do? Inexperienced as I was in the variety of solo fun to be had I rifled through his selection of videos for grown ups, broke open the baby oil a started a voyage but the dog was in the garden and would not stop bloody barking. I go out into the garden to get him and the door swings shut behind me. Im now locked outside in only a bathrobe plastered in baby oil. Theres an upstairs window ajar but I have no way of getting to it. I know they leave the keys in the milk floats in the yard half a mile up the lane so I walk barefoot in the dark up the road praying to not see anyone. Its an unlit single track road but it was a full moon so easy enough to see. I score a Honda Acty (hilarious vehicles, if you get a chance to have a go in one please do) and drive to my Dads house to borrow a ladder. By now its about 11.30pm and my Pa is quite far down a bottle of whisky so is oblivious to the fact Ive turned up barefoot in a bathrobe and waxes lyrical about his new carpet for what seemed like an eternity, eventually I interrupt and ask if he's still got any of mums clothes, he finds me a pair of jeans, a short vest and lends me a ladder not even asking why I need it. He's a good dad. I get back and start the window ascent but the ladder is a bit too short so Im now precariously standing on the very top of its folding elbows, I hoick myself upward and lose the ladder and my mums baggy jeans. Somehow this innocent(ish) venture has turned into me hanging out of a window half naked with my shiny arse mooning at the moon. The MOD used to decommission bombs in the Bristol channel and they were not allowed to stop their vehicles. They drove a a constant fast speed directly at you down the lane, it was up to you to get out of their way. Im still dangling out of the window when I hear their powerful sounding engine and sure enough a blacked out Range Rovers was approaching at speed. Well turns out they can stop if they want to. Im not sure exactly how long they sat there looking at this spectacle because for me it seemed to go on forever but they did help me find the strength to scrabble the rest of the way in

I see you found it

Today Im gonna go for a spin over to Wells on Mr Slowlys new steed, have some lunch somewhere, watch my sons rugby game and hand him his forgotten wallet. Then try and book up the mechanic to sort out a few bits n bobs on the bikes and order some cheap pannier bags for the Himalayan so I can stuff them to the brim with teabags

so nice its worth risk whichever way it goes.

2016 RE Continental 535 2,364miles Single cylinder 29bhp £3500 The guy was a motorcycle mechanic and the bikes been well looked after. He added fork gaitors, mudguard extender, swapped the original drop bars for ones that give an upright(ish) riding position (great for an old rugby players neck) and changed the exhaust over to akrapovic which gives it a really lovely sound. Now there's breathing space to take time arriving at what bike to buy in Spain. Mr Slowly insists I take it for a spin this afternoon, because he loves it and is convinced Im going to be as smitten as he is. Only thing is, it needs fuel and well who the hell wants to try to get fuel this morning?

The man or the bike? 187kg

535

Yep we had that conversation before we left Bristol

Yep just waitin for the pics to upload/download

Tiger mosquito? Why do they have to give it such a cool name. That should be a fast light aircraft not a bitey bastard insect.

What is Mosquito spit made of in Spain? These bites are mahoosive

Salobrena. I think I joined the UK version but I can’t be arsed with Facebook. Oh that reminds me I have to go on Facebook to wish a couple of people happy birthday

If he buys it on Friday I’ll post some pics

Because what he fancies isn’t practical for here and that’s ok, I think sometimes people should just have what their heart desires but I suspect it will be back in the garage after a short time. Im not influencing his decision, but I’m just ensuring I’m not lumbered with a bike to flog over here before we move on.