Skippy

That’s always the way Clive, I’m just not putting anything off anymore. If I can afford it I’m doing it.

Made me realise how precious time is, had to come to the UK last week for my dad’s cremation. He was 88 years old but just makes you think about how much productive and healthy time you have left.

I applied for my UK state pension this morning. The money will be nice but I’d swop it to step back twenty years.

Coming out isn’t that important in this day and age @Buckster but I’m happy for you.

Took the old FZ6N out for a couple of hours this morning……..perfect weather

It’s like alcohol free beer, it tastes the same but just isn’t right

Cheers everyone, gotta just carry on as normal, just being a Cockney Wanker

Don’t count yer chickens, I’ve got plenty of cousins that have produced loads of horrible offspring

Well, 2025 hasn’t started particularly well. Having been over to the UK to visit my dad in hospital just before Xmas my cousin went to see him about four weeks ago and alerted me to his deterioration. Having seen a couple of photos it was obvious he was much worse than before Xmas, although the hospital kept telling me he was doing okay and was being considered for discharge! Went over to see him and it was quite obvious he was fading away and sadly he wasn’t communicating so all I could do was talk to him. He was transferred to a hospice last Wednesday but I had to fly back to Spain on Thursday morning so I said my goodbyes beforehand. My cousin went to see him on Friday lunchtime for a couple of hours and at 2.30pm UK time he passed away peacefully. He had just turned 88 years old so it’s fair to say he had a good innings but it doesn’t really make it any easier just yet. So, that’s that then; both parents gone, no siblings and no offspring of my own. When you consider how much useful and active time you may have left it makes you want to seize every opportunity, take every chance, be less risk adverse and just not worry about the small shite that seems to permeate our everyday lives. So, today instead of pondering about cremations, wakes and all of the fucking admin that needs to be done I’m out on my bike, enjoying the sun and the empty roads. …………….I just hope to God he doesn’t bump into the ginger Welsh twat

Thats proper unlucky, poor sod.

How the fuck did he manage that?

Had to go and get a replacement headlight bulb this morning for the Yamaha so turned up at an official Yamaha dealership, all swanky marketing stuff and a full range of new bikes. I thought to myself “I’m going to pay for all this bling”……….. but no, I spoke to the salesman in my bestest Spanish, he checked to see if they had any in stock and gave me one………for free! I thought he was joking at first but it seems he was happy that I’d made an effort to speak Spanish rather than just shout in English Happy days.

Had a great stag do there for a mate of mine. Woke up in the morning wearing a pink dressing gown in a house I didn’t recognise. If that wasn’t bad enough I was hanging out of the back door guzzling black coffee when the milkman delivered the daily pint and said “ooooh another wedding is it?” Apparently, I was in the Best Man’s house and he’d been the Best Man at loads of weddings…….fucking hillbillies

Thanks Sofia, if we decide to do that I’ll let you know

I blame Pete for not telling me.