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According to Blackadder, the Germans have no word for fluffy.

I agree. It was the one above it till I scrolled down to this one though.

Love the photo of all the old Navy figureheads. Touch of the Aunt Sallys. Also, regarding the picture of The Grapes pub, that is now owned by Sir Ian McKellen who lives next door. He didn't want it being turned into flats so bought it. There was a bit of a hooha a few years ago when some of the regulars got barred. It's not uncommon to see famous faces in there, especially a bald Star Trek captain. https://spitalfieldslife.com/2021/12/02/sights-of-wonderful-london-o/

Splice the main brace, grease the cabin boy. https://spitalfieldslife.com/2021/12/01/the-return-of-sail-cargo-to-thames/

I vote for the picture that makes me go, 'Oooooh'. Sometimes there are two or more 'Oooohs' and then I have to decide which is 'ooooiest' and that's the one I vote for.

I thought he had a part in Excalibur.

That's what he was doing before Long Way Round.

Kitchen fitters?

This picture reminded me of something, took a few seconds then it clicked.

This is about youth culture and violence, not the less fortunate members of society.

My late boss was a Millwall fan. He used to tell me that Danny Baker would turn up to watch a game and get physically impossible filth about Janet Street Porter shouted at him all the time.

Got sent some before and after pictures of my VC stones today. They had a clean up session for them all. Issy has a chip on his M, might have to get the Polyfilla and some paint onto that.

You can't do that with no knickers on, you have to crack the tiles to break the vacuum or they can't stand up again.

My mate rebuilt an old Triumph in his flat's single bedroom. When he moved to a house with a very old very small prefab garage he put his Jaguar in the garage and that stuck out the front so the doors were at 45 degrees open. The Triumph had turned out to be too big to get round the corners of his flat and stair landings so we had just removed the entire front end, forks, handlebar and front wheel all in one piece and taken it down the stairs in two parts. The front end he carefully propped up in his new front porch against the side window. The first time he opened the front door of the porch with a bit of gusto he pushed the handlebar grip right through the glass of the side window. He put the bike back together and stuck it in his kitchen to keep it safe. That bloke's wife was a bloody saint!!

I was once barked at and then snapped at by the littlest cutest dog ever created whilst sitting at a standstill on my DR350. It made me jump so much I dropped the bike in front of all my riding companions who didn't let me forget it for a few years.

That's a piece of art, I'd have that on my sideboard on a little stand.

All my high mileage bikes have been owned by just me, they look awful but the engines, suspension and brakes are usually in full working order.

I had bought my dream bike, a second hand GPz750 in 1986. I really liked it. I even used to wash and polish it. Then suddenly after 3 years I decided I was going to buy a brand new one so I could look after it from scratch without another owner being involved. I found out they had stopped making them the year before, but tracked one down to Eddy Grimsteads in East Ham. Cash and a part ex were arranged and I turned up on the day to pick up my shiny new bike, identical in every way to the one before but with a different number plate. After all the paperwork and handing over my hard earned wedge, I was led out to the side street by one of the mechanics to where the bike was sitting on the centre stand. "I'll just run over the controls and everything with you", he said. "No need, my good man, for I am perfectly familiar with this bike, you may sod off back inside, for I am in need of no further assistance!" What I didn't know was that the side street had such a camber on it, both wheels were hard on the ground as well as the centre stand. If I pushed it, the whole thing was just sliding about on the tarmac making loud screechy noises, it wouldn't come off the stand. I had to traipse back into the shop to get the same mechanic out so he could stick his boot against the stand whilst I pushed forward at the same time. I was as red as the Kawasaki's paint scheme.

Old glass eyes could explode when coming into a hot room for outside in winter. https://spitalfieldslife.com/2021/11/23/david-carpenter-ocularist-x/

I also saw the one about the Regiment of Solicitors and their D Day mission. Bit of a story there, if it could go wrong it did go wrong, but they still soldiered on, probably charging for every quarter of an hour of fighting as well.

It's a pain to park anywhere round there, even most of the illegal spaces are full. I had a friend who had major surgery in the new hospital and there were no nearby motorcycle spaces and at the time I had my kidney stent in so long walks were not an option. I brought forward a a bit of work around the corner, parked my bike in the middle of it and had the blokes put the safety barriers all round the job and my bike. They were under strict instructions not to leave site till I got back. Then I headed off to the new building and promptly got lost inside. The new hospital is a maze. Another visitor to my friend whilst I was there was a local rozzer and he said all the local police know the proper routes through the hospital from visiting the victims of violence all the time to take statements. I hadn't known he was old bill until then, he was just someone I saw at bike rallies/parties.

Well worth a watch

Saw a youtube video about the Cold War era Harrier jet that flew on its own with no pilot and the Harrier jet that got lost and had to crash land on top of a container ship in the middle of the ocean today. Brilliant stories.