Mr Fro

Hurray, I've got Covid again.

I did get some reasonable results but they weren't consistent. I think I got a bit bored of it and ended up with a few bubbles. There's definitely a fine line between bringing back the surface finish and setting light to it.

I tried that with a blow torch. It didn't go well!

I've got a bottle of turtlewax plastic trim spray which works well. The problem is that once plastic starts going grey, you have to keep treating it to keep it looking good.

If you're unsure if it's the lead or not, you can test it by wrapping insulating tape round it. If the problem goes away then it's the lead. If it doesn't then it's probably something else.

My son was a bit like that at first but after a while I became Daddy Robot and he got a real kick out of it.

I looked in to it too but the organisations running it prefer placing people in child free homes (or at least not little kiddiwinks). Besides, we've got family in the Czech Republic who will probably want to come over if Putin starts shuffling West.

Same here - a blinding flash and then nothing would be preferable although 10 miles out from Lakenheath is probably borderline. I don't fancy scratching a living in muck only to see my kids spawn some mutant abomination Threads style. I fancy a poke about in those Drakelow tunnels though. I wonder of I'd be able to squeeze that in before it all goes tits up... Oh, and Bentwaters and that huge great bunker in Cambridge while I'm at it.

What do you need teeth for anyway?

Wife kicked off a conversation earlier about what we should do if my old mate Vlad pushes his shiny red button. Now I'm no conspiracy nut job but given that I have a couple of little skids, I think it's important to have some semblance of a plan in place for the big stuff in life. I work about 45 mins away from home so even with no traffic and full beans, I think it's unlikely that I'd get back home with the max 20 minutes warning we might get. Wife suggested that we get a few extra tins of beans in the shopping this week but that surely just means prolonging the agony for a few more days. Cutting a long story short, we came to the conclusion that if we survived, we'd either have to pinch the grub from everyone local to us or enslave them to make us more (and who wants to deal with the HR on that). I've subsequently read that if there was even a modest exchange, the amount of crap thrown up to the stratosphere would be such that ninety something percent of the population of the earth would starve anyway which put me in a "f*ck it" kind of mood. I'm highly unlikely to be able to talk down a mutated rabbit with my granddad's old airifle so that's out. What do you reckon? I understand that there are people who actively prepare for this kind of shit. Do you think they're wasting their time or that they're the saviours of the race? Perhaps there will be a 24 Days Later/Walking Dead type situaltion albeit without zombies. Answers on a postcard. Smooches, Fro

Sounds like you could use a Babycham.

Chopping bits of trees, looking after children, taking the locks off the internal doors. Now on the rum.

Anyone who's commuted through central London at rush hour knows that's standard riding procedure.

Are Lucid Air available here yet?

Today it was the bloke on the A14 towing a trailer with a track car on it. Nothing wrong with that I hear you cry except when he indicated to pull in to lane 2, the left hand indicator came on on the trailer. The numpty had wired them the wrong way round.

2 x cod & a portion of chips is £14.20 over here. Huge load of chips hence just the one.

Well who is it then? You're like that girl across the street when I was a kid, got all the talk but when it comes to the crunch you ain't ready to give over the goodies.

Unfortunately for me (and I suppose my family), we're just outside the "certain immediate death zone" of a nuke if Vlad decided to donk the 'murcin bases. We'd have to therefore endure our final days growing two heads and puking up our insidey bits... Which will make a change from the norm. But yeah, utter bollocks, spot on. I've played enough PUBG to be an ace with a sniper rifle. All I need to do is wait for an airdrop with an AWM and an 8x scope and I'll sorted.

He's not that bloke with the super galactic engine thingy is he?

I suspect the "5 year rule" is based on typical use fatiguing tests on the shell. I've got a lid that must be approaching 20 years old that I would wear as it's spent most of it's life in a wardrobe. I think my current one is 6 or 7 years old and I have no concerns. Degrading due to UV is tosh however stretching the liner I can see as a reasonable argument. When I buy a new helmet it feels mega tight and by comparison, the old one feels as loose as a hookers vag.

I've got some Belgian clients and believe it or not, they actually are all on holiday next week.

Oh, and hi @Ricky

I went online last night to buy some more jeans and found that Levis have changed the colour of my favorite type. No only that but they seem to have Dwayne Dibley as their new model:

Jesus Christ. I must rush and tell my wife that it's not just me who's utterly unable to read other people's f*ucking minds.

Retro muscle bikes have always been cool.