Skippy

My Great Uncle Albert did his duty in the 3rd battalion Coldstream Guards. Paid the ultimate price on 1 November 1914 at Ypres.

It’s interesting that you mention the Blue Angels as they have a large presence locally here and a couple of them live on the same urbanisation as myself. There’s also a Hells Angels chapter and the Bandidos have a clubhouse close by but it’s fairly new and seems to be in the process of starting up? They’ve had ‘open days’ for anyone to pop along and I’ve been on my Himalayan much to their amusement! No problem though and a couple came over and asked me about the bike. When I first got down here I used to ride around with quite a decent sized group of friends and acquaintances, sometimes there would be 20 or so on a ride out. Anyway, a few of them said it would be nice to have a badge, something to identify us by. It didn’t take long before we were approached by one of the Blue Angels who made it clear that if we wanted to go down that route then we should seek approval from them, specifically in terms of the badge design and crucially the name to be used for our group. It was made clear we could not call ourselves an MC. We also had to have a constitution and people identified as a President, Vice President etc etc. we did all that and were ‘approved’. I ended up being Vice President much to my wife’s disgust. Anyway, it didn’t take long to see that our group/club or whatever we ended up being defined as were growing closer and closer to the Blue Angels and we’re officially designated as a support outfit. For me, it had turned from what used to be a great bunch of people riding out together with no rules etc into a very regimented and rather select group of people that wanted to move even closer to the BA. The final straw for me was that several of the people that used to ride out with us didn’t want to wear a badge and the decision was taken to tell them they were not welcome unless they wore one. I was the only one that voted against it and I made it clear these people were friends and there was no way I was going to tell them to fuck off. I resigned immediately but wished them well in moving the club forward. They are now an MCC.

Well, my day hit rock bottom when I was asked if I would like to join the walking football club. No I fucking wouldn’t, I know I’m 65 but I’m not a fat old twat.…….said I’d let them know because I may get called up for international duty.

He called me this evening and asked if I fancied a game up front next Tuesday. Told him I wasn’t interested unless he gets me a better strike partner. He’s thinking about it but he needs to be quick because Tuesdays are busy days for me. I’ll keep you all posted. ️

He’s bone idle mate, he’s scored 64 international goals which is great but 21 of those were penalties so that sheds a bit more light on the matter. He’s not a natural predator in the mould of Lineker for example and has no pace which for a striker is piss poor in this day and age.………and no matter who he plays for he’ll always be a Spurs wanker.

We were shocking, and although Kane scored as usual his contribution to the game as a whole was woeful. He is without doubt the laziest centre forward I’ve seen in the modern game. He has no pace so if England were to play a pressing game he couldn’t keep the pressure on the centre backs and therefore the ‘press’ wouldn’t be effective. Either we need to replace him with someone that has pace (e.g. Watkins or Toney) or someone has to play alongside him that is willing to run into space and play off the shoulder of the centre backs.……… ………..and while I’m at it, why the fuck is he captain? A proper captain would’ve ripped into the rest of them and made them work harder and crucially, smarter. He sets no example whatsoever and is totally devoid of character and emotion. He’s just like Southgate, he fits the mould that the FA want and that’s all that matters to them. Oh yeah, and he’s an ex-Spurs cunt.

Thanks for letting me borrow that mate, much appreciated.

So you say

No children that I know of, or at least none that I pay maintenance for, so having thrashed my mates old bike this morning I’ve mostly been drinking gin and tonic, eating home made sausage rolls and watching the football this afternoon. Its been a tough day but I managed to dig deep and find some resolve. Hopefully I find enough to watch England tonight.

Anyway, despite being a closet gay it seems the old bike goes better with some air in the tyres……..24 in the front and 26 in the back when I checked. Much better with another 10psi front and rear.

It’s only gay if you push back.

Probably when it rolled out of the factory I’ll be doing that before I go

Apparently I’m average in every dept A trick of the lens mate I went around to his this afternoon and collected it……..fuck me, the brakes are awful, it’s like trying to steer a tanker and it feels like it weighs 20 tonnes……. I’m sure it used to be better than that? Tomorrow beckons

Getting out on Sunday on ‘a’ bike but not ‘my’ bike……….a mate of mine has an elderly Kawasaki VN800 that he just isn’t riding so he asked me to take it out for the day! I’m going to head out with a couple of other mates on their custom bikes so it will not be fast but hey, it’s fecking roasting here now so I’m happy to put on a denim waistcoat and bimble about. I’ve ridden it a few times over the years and it’s quite nice to ride as far as custom style bikes are concerned. However, I look as gay-as-fuck on it.

That’s fucking scandalous mate, honestly there seems to be very little real justice in this world. There are cunts like this twat that seem to breeze from one chaotic situation to another without much impact on their own lives whilst those that fall foul of them have to burden the real pain and suffering. I truly hope your cousin fully recovers and this fucking oxygen thief gets his just deserts inside. I dispair sometimes.

Now I’m worried

Top quality photoshopping mate

Handsome As Fuck Club

What’s a UCC?

I did manage to get a traffic fine of €100 and 3 points off my licence for wearing earplugs! The copper though I was listening to music and wrote me a ticket despite me showing him they were just earplugs that were EC marked. Needless to say I’m going to appeal against the fine and I’ve got four witnesses. Anyway, it didn’t spoil the trip……..

Far too much fun to be writing stuff down mate

I will be cleaning the shite off of my bike that I have accrued after blasting around the Spanish twisty roads. Oh, and swearing never to drink beer again..

Spent an hour or so titing about with the bike and luggage in preparation for my trip up to Zaragoza in the morning. Meeting up with some mates from the UK for a few days blasting around the best roads the north of Spain has to offer………all weather dependent as I’m buggered if I’m getting wet unnecessarily. Looking forward to it, I’ll keep you posted.

Relatively speaking I hardly knew Pete at all, I think we both happened to be on some god-awful FB group and he commented on a photo I’d posted up. Can’t remember what the photo was or exactly what he said but I’ll bet it was something unflattering………..and I’m guessing it also made me laugh. We discovered we were living fairly close and so we arranged to meet up after a few interchanges on the phone. I’ll never forget waiting for him to turn up at a cafe/bar in Barranda and as I sat there waiting I wondered what he’d be like. Fuck me, he was just as I imagined and it didn’t disappoint. He had the worst fitting pair of jeans I’d seen in a long time, a jacket that was way to big for him and a pair of boots that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a building site. What a scruffy fucker and as soon as he opened his gob out came the sing-song accent and I liked him instantly. We sat, we chatted and generally took the piss out of each other. He particularly like my black and white sportsbike boots. Off we went for a ride and we explored all kinds of abandoned shit. He took me down roads that were totally unsuited to my Kawasaki Z750 and he didn’t give a fuck. I laughed like a twat as I bounced along trying not to smash my balls into the tank; all the while he glided along on his gay Honda. It was his fault the zipper broke on my jacket and also his fault that the warning like came on. I think he liked the idea that he could will things to go wrong. We met up a few times over the course of a couple of years and it never failed to be entertaining. He thought his “street Spanish” was so good………I thought how funny it sounded as he never tried to hide his strong Welsh accent. He always referred to me as a Cockney Wanker and I didn’t mind that at all. He called me a cunt to my face and I knew we were kindred spirits because it just made me laugh out aloud. A few weeks ago he asked what I was doing at the weekend and I think he was hinting about meeting up. I couldn’t make it but sitting here now I regret not trying harder to take the time to go over and see him. I feel guilty and it makes me very sad. It feels like I let him down. If he’s watching me type this he’ll be thinking what a soft southern shite I am because it’s just brought a tear to my eye. So there you go, he came into my life out of the blue and very unexpectedly. He was a force of nature and certainly unique. He disappeared without warning and far too soon. I hope he knew I considered him to be a friend. A daft Welsh twat yes, but a friend nonetheless.

I think it’s a misspelling, I think she meant cuntakerous