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You git, I went and looked at the book to see the author's name and then realised what you meant.

You'll have hurt their feelings.

No idea. I was only there a few hours. I saw lots of Portaloos, but they all seemed to be inside a fenced off area, so not sure how people coped. Having said that, it was very relaxed, everyone was well behaved. I was a bit shocked at the rusty evil looking spikes on top of the wall around the Buck House gardens as we walked away from the area. You couldn't put those up now on a new build.

Blackie. The last Spitalfields Market Cat https://spitalfieldslife.com/2022/09/18/blackie-the-last-spitalfields-market-cat-o/ I remember the last days of the market. The raod and footway would be slick with slippery squashed fruit and vegetables. Tramps would sit around burning pallets and banana boxes in the middle of the road (9it does the asphalt no good you know). I got chased by one tramp with a broken bottle in his hand once. My FJ1200 had something wrong with it at the time, the starter motor kept sticking. After I ran to it and threw myself on it, It took me two attempts to start it as he ran screaming at me. When it did start I think I left rubber on the road as I wheel span off just out of his reach.

Large Lenor fabric conditioner bottle, essential camping equipment. Plenty of capacity, a large neck and a watertight lid.

I went and saw the flowers near Buckingham Palace this afternoon, not something I would have done given a choice but my friends wanted to go and chuck some on, so I thought I'd show willing. The flower bit was easy, getting back out of the area was more difficult. I didn't even know we had that many people in the country, let alone central London. Someone was strangling a Scottish Octopus by the sound of it as we came out of the station and walked into Green Park. I saw a Portaloo tucked away out of sight in Green Park. At my age, you never miss the chance for a wee so I walked around this clump of trees only to have the following rise and fall of emotions. 1/ Aha a toilet, joy to the world. 2/ Oh wo is me, for it has a padlock holding the door shut. Fuckmine! 3/ But wait, what light through yonder bollock shines? Tis an FB padlock, verily do I not have an FB key attached to my work ID pass which be in my rucksack? Surely my luck is in forsooth. 4/ Cursed be the toilet bastards, for mine own key tis an FB14 and though it fits, a pox be upon it, it does not turn! I must tieth a knot in it....... So I got behind a large pair of rozzers who barged through the crowds and had a wee in a pub next to Victoria station.

I am not a believer in god, I would not usually mention that unless asked though, I think everyone should have their own beliefs and not try and convince others that theirs is the only way. I think behaving decently is mostly common sense, you know when you are doing something wrong usually, you shouldn't need to follow a strange list of instructions from an old book written in a hot environment and then retranslated over and over again.

This one is WILD GUIDE (London & South East) https://wildthingspublishing.com/product/wild-guide-southern-eastern-england-book/ Scrolling down, they do one of southern Spain.

Saw this in my odd places book (like the one Bob bought, but for the civilised counties) but didn't tell my mate where were going, just that it wasn't too far. He lacks my love for old trees or church yards. Supposedly the oldest Yew tree in England, I have seen estimate of 4,000 years, but also only 1500 years. I climbed inside, the odd looking pictures are of me looking upward. I went inside the church, it was stunningly beautiful inside, painted walls. There was a picture of the Queen and a book of remembrance for her so I filled that out. My mate sat outside, he fears the inside of holy places. The weird well with the conical thatched roof is near where I live, I keep meaning to stop and take a picture every time I go past. Today I tried but discovered there is a deep nettle filled ditch on the road side and a big hedge stopping me getting any closer or looking down it. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crowhurst,_East_Sussex

I think the bomb went off whilst they were making the warning phone call, they were still saying the name of their group 'Mudiad Amddiffyn Cymru' and the timer finished its work because they were having trouble pronouncing it.

I used to put new ones in with each tyre change on my AT and keep the one removed as a spare for puncture replacement rather than patching the tube that was damaged. That way my spare was only slightly older than the one in the tyre.

My pressures change with the weather, not just air temperature, but air pressure as well. This usually shows as both front and rear changing at the same time with a bigger change on the front which has a smaller volume. If I am always pumping the same one up then it is usually a valve (or rim problem for tubeless). BUT, I have had a few tubes rust where the valve joins the rubber part and then leak very slowly there.

At the moment. Reading the link below reminds me, we never found our dustbin after the hurricane in 87, so he's asking for a postal gift. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Fish

I was on site today and when it was time to head home the forecast was doom, gloom and shitloads of rain. I put my waterproof trousers on and another layer under my bike jacket and sweated by bollocks off all the way home in the dry. Fucking weathermen, wankers the lot of them. Sun is forecast tomorrow and I have to go back to site. If I get wet I am going to pop something awful into a jiffy bag and post it to Michael Fish.

Not a joke, but just amazing. Watch the fuel drop.

You'll be an online presence by then, part of a hive mind bike forum. Your withered mange covered body will just be on a breathing machine so you can still post on here via the data plug in the back of your neck (actually, you'll probably be wireless). It'll be a new era, but the ride reports may be limited.

71. Jesus!

New Prince of Wales, ordered the drawbridge to be lifted!

Aren't Bimbles them things that collect rubbish in south west London?

Your Queen is a bit tasty though, King of Spain is a jammy git.

A penny would be different, I'd lever that up, that's a good luck thing. "Find a penny, pick it up, and all day long you'll have good luck."