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No, I seem to have trouble finding front tyres for my bike and I wondered if it was the same as yours, especially as it looked a bit more off roady. It's close enough size wise to fit.

I absolutely love that!

Wilko Johnson has died https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-11461117/Wilko-Johnson-dies-aged-75-following-pancreatic-cancer-battle.html

Thank you.

What tyres are they? What tyre size is your front wheel?

I think I've ridden one of those at walking pace. There was a youngster online who kept failing his part one test on the slow slaloms and figure of 8s. I offered to see what he was doing wrong and correct it if possible, I borrowed the contractor's storage yard on a Saturday and gave him the directions to find it. This person turned up on a 125 that looked like that and sounded like it was a fire breathing 1000cc beast. I set some cones out and watched him wobble around it doing his figure of 8, all over the place, feet down in panic etc. I got him sorted out until he could do it with a bit of confidence and then had a go on the same cones with my Versys (or Varadero, not sure exactly when it was). I managed it fine and then I asked if I could try a slalom and figure of 8 on his bike. WELL, the look of horror he gave me when I asked, he was worried I'd damage it by the look on his face. He let me try it, but he wasn't happy about it I could tell. I believe he passed his test a short while after, never heard of him after that.

OR.....you look like someone pictured on his Police supplied wall chart, some one who is not allowed within a few miles of children!

Various AC/DC songs all through the episodes I have seen, no Brian Johnson ones yet, only Bon Scott so far. Wheels of Steel later on as well.

Well you can't shave it if you're sitting on it.

Don't forget the AC/DC based sound track (Saxon in episode 3 as well). Unusual in a WW2 based series.

Yeah, no age is it, diabetes related. Got very ill, went to hospital, signed himself back out and insisted his boyfriend drive him back home. Got stuck in traffic for a few hours due to one of the oil motorway protests, finally got home and then took a really bad turn for the worse and died there.

I went to a funeral on Monday. I headed off from home in thick fog which only cleared just as I got to the crematorium about an hour later. I wedged my bike in a made up space.... made up by me) between a normal car space and a disabled bay and started walking towards one of the chapels with my crash hat in my hand. There was a load of motorcyclists sitting outside the little tea shop they have there and I could see them wondering who the fuck I was until I suddenly turned left and went to a different funeral to the one they had come for. They all left noisily when we were outside afterwards looking at the flowers etc. The funeral was for an ex barman from a pub I go to a lot, his name was Steve, he was only 33 when he died. A lovely bloke. The landlord of the pub he used to work for brought his Alsation Rudy to the funeral, Steve was the only other person the dog would ever let walk him. On his best behaviour throughout I should add, getting fussed by everyone afterwards. There were too many people to fit in the chapel and quite a few had to stand outside the doors which were kept open so they could still hear it. The wake was at the pub he used to work at. He actually got sacked from there, but he and the landlord had remained friends despite this. Learnt a lot about him from the celebrant, it was a totally non Goddy type funeral which I think is better. The poor sod had quite a sad early start to life, hard to equate with his happy go lucky nature.

Bob's to kiss?

Bruddy show off Blill Cleam Boys.

We don't have to call them Sir do we? Now you can relax and take that City Break to Warsaw you've always promised yourself.

Cardinal Pete will chuck a bit of old oil into his pellet burner when the decision is reached. Watch out for the smoke from his chimney.

Extreme moderation, I like it. Doesn't that sort of thing cost though, especially if it is to be untraceable.

Is that not how everyone else's is???

I don't normally watch adverts, but this one popped up in a youtube video today so I searched it out, brilliant!

I'm confused, does this mean Phil has to go and eat a kangaroo goolie to get food for the others?

Is it force or just apathy? The majority don't bother voting for things as they can't be arsed. Most human beings are lazy and it takes a lot to get them motivated. The great unwashed will pay money to keep some sad bastard in a dance competition or crawling through slime and insects, but think it too much effort to walk to a ballot station and put a cross on a piece of paper. The vocal minority put the effort in and get the result they want.

Don't dwell on it too much, you'll only upset yourself.

Mr Cooper, a well known resident who liked to complain. He carried a clear plastic bag with all his previous letters and replies to the council with him when he went out and would stop you in the street and show you them to prove various points. Whatever you talked about he would insist he had worked in that particular field (once told me he had the Victoria Cross). One day when out I walked on the road side of a bus shelter just as he walked on the footway side so we wouldn't bump into each other. He wasn't a horrible bloke just relentless, you could lose half a day just saying hello. I was once walking past the flats he lived in and saw him and a colleague on his living room balcony talking. The colleague looked at me as I walked past and mouthed the words 'shoot me'. RIP Gerald Cooper, they don't make them like you any more. Old chief exec who should have been sectioned at birth, brought up by a famous east end vicar, a proper loon he was. He left to run a big housing association (still there). I was in a new job, no longer working for him and when I saw him walk into the office as I was drafting a plan I ducked behind my very large drawing board. I lifted my head a minute or so later to see if the coast was clear and he was the other side of the board waiting for me to appear. He asked me why I was hiding from him, I said it was because he was a scary bastard and no good ever came of meeting him previously. He laughed and walked off saying I had never had it so good working for him. His mum has a Spitalfield Life page. It has the man sleeping in a coffin picture at the bottom. https://spitalfieldslife.com/2013/11/21/irene-stride-remembers-spitalfields/

I'm a delight for instance.