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Another https://spitalfieldslife.com/2012/05/11/crudgie-motorbicycle-courier/

Here's two motorcycle related tales from the site. https://spitalfieldslife.com/2019/07/17/doris-halsall-civil-servant-despatch-rider-o/ https://spitalfieldslife.com/2016/12/10/bob-mazzer-at-the-ace-cafe/

It does look a tad too posh for the likes of scum like me.

Policeman jumping a gap in Tower Bridge in this one. https://spitalfieldslife.com/2021/10/02/pc-lew-tassell-in-the-pool-of-london/

Jimmy Saville interfered with my hamster and stole all the petrol whilst spreading Covid. There, that should get picked up by google nicely.

A friend from work was having eyesight problems, had to keep getting his prescription changed. This actually turned out to be a benign tumour pressing on his optic nerve. Weirdly two people from the same office had this at different times. Anyway, the cure is an operation where they go in up the nose and cut it away. My mate said he was very pleased he had such a big hooter because otherwise it is open up the head time. When people went to visit him afterwards he had a badly mis-shaped nose and two giant black eyes. After getting lots of sympathy (and grapes) he said that he had actually woken up unmarked. His wounds were actually from when he stood up out of bed to urinate into a bowl (behind the curtains I should add), felt woozy, fainted and fell face first onto his bedside cabinet. On the plus side, his eyesight returned to its usual state straight away. Unfortunately he had to buy new glasses again as he had thrown the old ones away at some point, not realising it was a tumour and not old age affecting him.

I think the bigger question is being ignored here. Have carpenters ever worn what looks like a square paper hat (Chippy Minton)?

Pugh, Pugh, Barney, McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grubbe. Ingrained in my memory since I was a small child.

There could be treasure as well. The Old Chest Hospital site used to be the manor house for the Bishop of London, Bishop Bonner, also known as Bloody Bonner for his love of burning Catholics (everyone should have a hobby). There's a Mulberry tree still on the site that he is said to have tied heretics to whilst they were whipped. If you google the tree you get this https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bethnal_Green_mulberry_tree The whole redevelopment is now held up by a court case because they wanted to uproot the tree and put it somewhere else.

I have hatched in some dark grey asphalt so it is clearer to the non planny type people at my next meeting where the vehicles actually go. Not all road markings are white at the moment as you can see.

The orangy lines in the topmost arrow are a flat channel about 6 inches wide to make the rainwater run along the top of the footway after it was built out into the road. The idea is it flows in from the back of the footway down the slope to the channel and from the new kerb top towards the channel then along and plops into the road. The bottom arrow is pointing at the back of the footway and the edge of the hoarding that is currently around the old London Chest Hospital site. I'll screenshot it close up so you can see the text on the plan. As you can see I got the surveyors to pick up all the spot levels, surface materials, road markings and manhole lids. This should stop me having puddles when I finish and having to explain to a large Irishman (or Romanian) why my new kerb runs right through the centre of a large steel frame and lid.

Phwoarrrrrrrr.

I'm really sorry Pete, but my colour vision is shit with thin lines, they all look mostly the same. Can you put an arrow onto my original screenshot to what you mean? I wonder if I can get a guide dog for colours?

What houses and what colour line?

I'm slowly getting there when people aren't bothering me with other stuff

Well, put simply old bean.............Silver treasure what make engine go whizz along him fella. You are Pete Sake and I claim my five pounds.

I've had to cover the seat for hygiene reasons, it's obvious if you think about it.

Honestly, you start a couple of itty bitty world wars and nobody will let you forget.

Too late to enter I suppose, still September you know, a damning indictment of the current social climate, urban survival, a top box, a green box shaped back rest, this picture has it all

This is a second hand story. In the old days at work we used to have quite a few retired policemen on their second career. One was a lovely bloke called Ron. Full of stories about his exploits in the Met traffic division during the late 50s, 60s and 70s, he was also a bit of a befuddled old gent occasionally as well. The story I heard was that he had been out playing golf in the morning and had been on the drink as well and had had a bit of a tumble on the course, so was muddy clothed, faced and handed. He got dropped off at home in the early afternoon and let himself in quietly via his side door and stripped off and used his downstairs shower rather than spread mud everywhere. He then walked stark bollock naked into the front room to let his wife know he was home and walked right into the faces of all the ladies having afternoon tea with her. She didn't speak to him for about a week afterwards. He went a bit senile in his later years and the last time I saw him was at a leaving do where he gave me a big smile and said "Hello Twistgrip". I gather he had me mixed up with some Police motorcyclist from the old days according to his wife who was also there.

Splitter!

That should be your bike of the month shot, a cheeky thumbs up shot. Although I am torn between that and the 2000 year old cobbled low rise viaduct roadway.