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Has everything come over cos I was going to post a music video but can't find the thread about tunes to ride to or whatever it was called?

Are you a ghost?

What was the middle one again?

Just name it after some porn type words, you'll soon get to the top of any search engines.

When my left thumb really hurts as I pull my clutch in sometimes and makes me swear out loud, I always have the same chilling thought afterwards.... Please god, don't make me have to get one of those Africa Twins without the clutch!

I once shared an office with the Highways Maintenance people, the School Dinners monitoring mob, Parks department, abandoned vehicle wollahs, skip licencing experts and the Cleansing blokes at a time when my borough had been subdivided into 7 mini councils. What this meant in reality was that we got 7 very expensive chief executives and lots of managers but the staff who did the actual work did more tasks than usual, but over a smaller area. So the people mentioned above numbered 3 or 4 in total. So the man in charge of all the above 3 people looked after the general dustcarty type stuff, but also clinical waste, dead animal disposal, winter gritting and the washing of shitty clothes for ill people. The last was used to wash our building's union flag which was briefly on display until mobs appeared on a protest saying it was racist against the local Indian population. My comment from the back of the room that it had been their flag for a few hundred years were ignored. One day I heard this bloke take a call from a distressed resident who's Alsation had died at home. They wanted to know if the council would take it away and dispose of it properly. He asked where they lived and said that he had to walk past their flat on his way home for lunch so he would drop a form in to them which they needed to fill in before he could arrange it. So he knocks on the door and it opens. A tearful woman took the form from his hand, then before he could turn away, the man of the house appeared and plonked a blanketed dog's body into his arms so quickly it was grab it or let it fall to the floor. He had to get quite stern with them before they finally took it back off him. Put him right off his lunch he said. A short time before I had shared an office with the Planners and Environmental Health. This meant that whenever I went to the fridge to get milk for tea making I would see things like a dented tin with BOTULISM written on it in magic marker. One day one of the EH ladies came in (the lovely Sandra from Brum) and asked if I had a magnifying glass. When I asked what for she said that she had just been putting sticky tape down on someone's bed to capture samples of whatever was living in it, she showed me a wallet full of bits of tape. I thought for a while and then it came to me. The Microfiche machine! That made things big. Sure enough we popped a bit of tape in and this shadowy image came up in startling detail. She had a bug ID book and you worked through from head to tail on any bug, ticking things off as you looked at each part and eventually arrived at what it actually was. Something like a red chicken mite I think, how that got into a bed I have no idea.

https://spitalfieldslife.com/2021/04/24/william-anthony-the-last-of-the-charlies-o/

Many many years ago a woman used to come in regularly to my work's front desk and say she was being spied on by 'MFI'. We think she meant MI5, but she could have believed that a furniture company were after her of course. One visit she got a bit out of her box and the police were called. As she was gently dragged away she shouted out to one of my friends, 'Tracy, Tracy, tell Cliff Richard I've been arrested!' I also know people that used to read the Sunday Sport and believed because what was written was in a news paper it had to be true. This included, but was not limited to, the story about a plane being found on the moon.

No stale urine here, super fresh due to the amount of poxy water I'm having to drink.

Come on, shit or get off the pot. (Hurry up)

Upon entering a room during cold weather and not shutting the door you would hear a few different shouted comments, such as:- What's wrong with you, were you born in a barn? or Oi!! Put the wood in the hole.

I always remember the advice given to me in the 1990s by a Hertfordshire TRF member, very old bloke, still riding about at that time though. He was talking about someone who had crashed quite hard and he looked me in the eye and said, "Remember, the trail rider who looks at scenery, liable to become part of the scenery!"

Nice free car park right where you want to be as well. At least i think it's free, maybe I forgot to pay last time I actually stopped. This is one of my favourite bits, GSV link so people can spin round till they get dizzy. https://goo.gl/maps/cm7g67UVtoGxYdSQ6 Car park below, plus toilets for the elderly amongst us.

Just a day if all goes well, then back for a stent removal a few weeks after whilst awake and naked from the waist down, not looking forward to that again.

Apparently this is what some Aussie cricketer said to Phil Tufnell in the middle of a match, "Can you lend me your brain, I'm building an idiot?"

Pink thatched cottages are 10 a penny round there, common as muck. It's yer Wimpy starter home that is a rarity and highly sought after.

I won't be able to ride anywhere for a little while as the NHS will be interfering with me next week. Time to deal with the mild mannered kidney stone they spotted 2 years ago when I rode to A&E at 3am to discuss the other one that decided to make itself known with some forcefulness. So I thought I would have a ride about today with my camera in a tank bag for easy access. hence the lazy bastard photos, couldn't be arsed to get off the bike. I even got too lazy to take pictures in the end. All the best views are where it is either too narrow or too steep to stop. I am starting to think a video camera would be better because it was a beautiful ride but I will never manage to get pictures of the nice bits. I did this route last Saturday with an old workmate, I'd knocked it up on a ropey programme called Tyre and made two files which I loaded on to my Satnav. I like to have roads to myself if possible. It had to be two routes as there is an inch deep ford in the middle and no matter how often I tried it kept going the long way round. I thought I'd do the same route today, this time without worrying about someone following me. The route started at this sad looking pub. I once watched Jimmy Jones the comedian there, someone I had only heard on audio tape previously. He was famous for his 'kin this and 'kin that style of delivery. The pub got taken over and turned into a Thai restaurant and for a few glorious months there were 4 orange, yellow, green and blue dayglo plastic full sized palm trees with dayglo coconuts. The council made them remove those! I was gutted! From here I took narrow lanes through to Wethersfield via Great Saling and Shalford Green. Lots of daffodils about at the side of the road or on the junctions. Saw a cottage being rethatched and then I was riding through Wethersfield high street. Leaving Wethersfield I headed across to Sible Hedingham and Castle Hedingham, home of the famous side car company I believe. Out the other side of Castle Hedingam I saw this barn being built. For a brief period I did nothing but draw steel frame and reinforced concrete detail drawings. The trick is to make it impossible to get a spanner or socket on the connecting bolts by cunning design or even better, impossible to physically get a bolt through the holes in the first place. It's an art that is, I miss that type of work. I came into Lavenham, went down the pretty high street, but then turned off to follow the lanes through to Kersey. I stopped to test out my Yamaha cup holder. It is standard equipment, non of your having to pay extra like the BMW owners. I came into Kersey via a little side road that they don't signpost, possibly to keep oiks like myself out. Passed this weird shed, not sure what that is all about. Kersey is not on any sort of main road, no one passes through by accident. I stopped to take a picture of the inch deep ford that my Tyre programme didn't want to risk. Stopped to get rid of my earlier coffee as I was hopping up and down inside my head by then. I stopped taking pictures and carried on home via Bures, Boxford, White Colne, Coggeshall, Kelvedon and Cressing.

She should be careful not to block her breather.

I see that picture and without the words I would assume they are all laughing at the rider for buying the bike. The women is smashing a bottle so she can glass him as he has just spent her year's drinking money.

No internet then, it was the only way to meet people who were peculiar. It's much easier nowadays innit.