yen_powell

That's a hell of a stalk length!

The 85 bit is the turret and gun, the earlier ones weren't quite up to the task of ruining the German tankers' day.

T34/85?

I suppose I could hire a van??

No, nothing exciting to photograph.

I voted for the AT, because it is the best paint scheme for an AT plus the twisty road going into the background is also most excellent. However, I have to say the scooter on the jetty is a gorgeous picture and would have had my vote, but it is a scooter, I rode one once and nearly hit a wall when the brakes failed, also I can't swim so the water made me nervous. Edit, I should point out that the man in a Parka who let me ride his scooter said afterwards that his brakes were the best on any scooter he'd owned and they hadn't failed, they just had character.

That church in the henge must be a thing around the south west. I visited a church inside a hillfort in Cornwall, not far from Roche Rock. That's Pedro's last name isn't it.

See similar here sometimes, little sheds sitting on stone stilts with overhangs the mice/rats can't climb over.

Looking at some of your pictures, everywhere around you is a beach, it's just the sea that is a way away. (A way away???, is that right??)

Tis true, the silver fox.

Perhaps you are always accelerating or slowing when it is not so noticeable. It only drove me mad when following traffic at a steady speed.

I think this is a similar bike, no idea how much fuel it used, but I wasn't that keen on riding the thing, there seemed to be a very narrow rev range where the engine seemed happy and it never matched the speed I was doing whatever gear I put it in. Rest of it was okay though.

Just seen a video of these Japanese girls doing a duet with Rob Halford from Judas Priest. Someone didn't think it through when they chose the song, shades of Life of Bwian. The song was Painkiller and you can distinctly hear the girl singing Painkirrer at the top of her voice!

I rode a Harley once and also one of those weird Buell things. I don't think anyone saw me though. Enjoyed the Buell when it was actually moving, not so much when waiting at a red light as the vibrations made my whole body shake side to side like I had a bad case of Parkinsons. That went away as soon as the clutch lever was fully out though.

I like it, but no mention of Elsa?? No Bill Travers either?

Worth hanging on till you get past the first bit. Apparently this is a whole genre of heavy metal in Japan. If you pop the volume up to max from 1:55 onward it's quite good. Also I liked the crowd up the back doing some sort of circular marathon attempt.

Can't see the tow bar, is it on the other side?

I did once get stopped because the police thought I was one. I was sent to Exeter with my portable spectroscope to do some work at a foundry. I went on the A303, not realising that the crusties were all heading to Stonehenge for the summer solstice and the old bill were going to prevent it at all costs, you may remember the violence and window smashing of the vans. So guess which scruff in holey jeans and a leather jacket got pulled over on his bike, searched, then asked to explain what was this peculiar looking thing in the wooden box strapped to the back seat?

Yeah, it was a crystal clear pool of loveliness before

My dad said that Changi Prison had a wall with a bloodstain that kept reappearing every time it was washed off or painted over, said to be from when it was a POW/internment camp run by the Japanese during WW2

This is my Dad with one of his police dogs, a picture that I found when clearing my Mum's house out after she passed away. This is before I was born, with the jungly looking plants the other side of the wire I assume it was taken in either Singapore (Changi airfield or prison) or Ceylon (Sri Lanka now)

My dad had a few dogs when he was in the RAF Police, I only remember Bruce, a large German Shepherd, who was around when I was little and lived with us in married quarters. He died when I was 6, suspected poisoning my parents believed. My dad told me that all of his dogs had a favourite place to grab a human when he and his colleagues had to take turns wearing the padded suit for training. Bruce apparently like to grab a large chunk of back side and hang on for dear life. He went on to tell me about the time he lost sight of Bruce and his intended victim during a tracking exercise and by the time he caught up again he saw his colleague hanging by his arms from the branch of a tree with Bruce hanging on to his arse, both swinging together like a big hairy pendulum.

Surely that's what Viagra is for, to keep pensioners' slippers dry.