yen_powell

I can only think you have not been paying attention, you need to up your game.

I likes this.

In Spain (or Portugal..... we were lost) I saw a robot man at roadworks waving a flag as a warning. He looked slightly more intelligent than some of the blokes I have had doing traffic management for me in the past.

Oooh, I'm stealing that!

I've only had a catheter once and I was knocked out when it went in. But I will never forget its removal. The infamous nursing quote of, 'I'm going to count to three'. Then they bloody do it on number two. It was about 5 minutes before my back was relaxed enough to let me put my bum back onto the mattress.

My knob was tiny and cowering in fear. Something funny I have just remembered. The surgeon squirted gel anaesthetic down the old pipe first. Then whilst he is waiting for the nurses to hand him the instrument of torture he turns to me and casually says, "Don't panic, I'm just squeezing your penis to stop the gel coming back out whilst we wait for it to work." He had to tell me because I had made it quite clear I wasn't going to watch him or his little tv. What a funny job to have eh. Then he said, my CT scan showed my kidneys were now clear of stone fragments although he saw a few small sharp bits wedged between the stent and the uretha. " You might feel them as we pull the stent out!"

It's finally out and I hardly cried like a girl at all. Sorry about the blurry photo, my hands are still shaking. First wee when I got in a little while ago made me jump, that should ease a bit. I was busting for it, rode like a loon to get home so I could do a sitty down wee.

I think I might have put this bloke up on the politically incorrect thread, so first of all his character, then his charity boxing match (from a wheelchair).

I had a mate who used to say if he had to get rid of a body he would wait till the council dug a grave for a funeral next day then bury the body in it at night and tamp down the earth at the bottom. Then next day a nice coffin would be lowered on top of it at the funeral proper and hide his body for him. You'd need a ladder, some rope, a shovel, a head torch and a flask so you could have a little cup of tea half way through.

Don't panic, you can't get it on your bike via an internet photograph.

I thought all Capris had rear end damage because they always spin round and go arse first when it goes tits up.

I've got a horrible feeling I'm the only sicko to have noticed it.

A few years ago I had to go and look at something in a road called St Leonard's Road. It's a road I always confuse with St Leonard's Street which is not far away, but separated physically by the building of the Blackwall Tunnel Approach in the 1960s. As I was riding along it I went past a statue that made me hit my brakes and spin round and take another gander. The artist who created it clearly didn't think it through. It's innocent looking from all other angles.

It is indeed rhyming slang, Bread and Honey- Money.

This is not me, but it is pretty much my journey to work (pre covid) at least once a week and the main reason I ride a bike to work if at all possible. Having said pre-covid, I did go through a 5 mile queue last week, traffic nearly back to normal and I had to go in at normal commuting hour to meet some white liners. Reason for a 10 mile queue (or longer) on my motorway part of the trip is usually:- Someone driving like a prat coming a cropper and crashing, a loose horse or cow running about on a motorway, or an HGV tipping over at it makes the turn north from the M25 onto the M11. The last thing happens so often I can't believe they don't reprofile the cross fall.

I save my favourites about 3 times a year and put them safely away. That way when I load chrome up on a new PC I can still have everything where I expect to find it.

I couldn't even tell you what this place was called before or now without looking. If I lose my link on my favourites I would be in trouble.

I put £21 of fuel into mine yesterday, that's a record amount for a bike of mine. I'd done about 180 miles since the previous fill up. In my early riding days I used to keep a £5 note under the seat so if I was ever potless far from home I'd be able to buy enough fuel to get back. That wouldn't get me to work one way nowadays. I moved my display about to get the things I wanted on my main display, which in my case was trip 1, engine temp and outside temp on screen 1, with trip 2, mpg average and current on screen 2. When I changed the battery the other day I was afraid it would all reset back to how it was, but it stayed the same, just zeroed all the trips, clock etc.

I never found the Roman track, just gave myself bellyache wandering about. I will be going back when I can cover more ground. Took a few pictures as I blundered about amongst the trees. At one point a squirrel froze mid tree scaling and tried to pretend I couldn't see him.

They have, inside the cover it says they also do:- WALES, SCOTLAND, LAKES & DALES, SOUTH WEST, CENTRAL ENGLAND, PORTUGAL, SCANDINAVIA. I have already bought Wild Guide: Devon, Cornwall and South West (Wild Guides): Hidden Places, Great Adventures and the Good Life (including Somerset and Dorset) for when I'm down that way.

Should have read the book properly before going to the old church. Apparently the grave of Richard Plantagenet the illegitimate heir to the throne is there. This may be what we sat on to eat our picnic, oh well, paid for out of our taxes I suppose. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Mary's_Church,_Eastwell

saw this by accident. I was going to switch it off, but got drawn in. Worth watching till the hat falls off at least.