S-Westerly

If every Romanian over here murdered a bike thief we'd have no bike theft! Sadly most Romanians are quite normal law abiding people (unless you steal their motorbike of course)!

According to my Romanian colleagues if he'd been in Romania neither of the thieves would have survived and the police wouldn't have given a toss. Don't particularly want to live in Romania but I have zero sympathy for the thieves.

Guessing from the experience here that I'll go for the warm and safe heated liner gloves.

Throwing this out to the floor. Never used to suffer from cold hands until lately but now I do plus I've arthritis in my fingers. So heated grips or gloves? Any opinions as to which is better? Cost isn't really an issue as I can add heated gloves to my warm and safe kit. Ducati's heated grips are 10 times the price of Oxford ones but are set up through the bike on board computer.

Shock, horror - actually rode my bike today. Perfect weather for a bimble to the Forest of Dean then back via Cirencester. About 65 miles. No photos but experimented with new ghost xl which I've yet to view myself.

They moved the shipyards down the coast to Setubal. Still going strong or they were 5 years ago when I was last there.

That's you classed as one of the minions of the anti-Christ.

It was also a rather good BBC radio production. I've got you pegged as Marvin. Bloody pedantic engineer.....

My wife does something very similar to that and after a good portion I have to go and have a lie down in a darkened room for a while. One day I'll try and remember the after affects when she made it with a bottle I brought home of 140 proof Puerto Rican rum. I remember it was quite nice but then it all gets a bit hazy.

Pineapple with anything except pineapple is pretty disgusting. As for so-called hawaiian pizza -

If there was a question the answer must be 42.

According to my mother some old woman came up to me in my pram and told her that boy will go far. She was right - I've done over 2,000,000 sea miles so far. Not quite what my mother hoped but there you go.

I dunno. He inflicted that name on his bike himself.

Back in the good old days Lisnave drydocks were just across the river on the south side. Spent many happy evenings in small bars where they grilled sardines over charcoal and washed down with lots of vinho verde.

Sounds like you're thinking of flouncing!

You can have mine. Hate the bloody things along with Christmas cake and pudding

Finding an employer who doesn't take the piss is the particularly difficult one. Thought I'd found it then senior management retired and its gone down the tubes. Just a couple more years and I'll retire -thank f**k.

Are these the same gorillas that are roasting gammon or is it the other way round? Good luck on Goats new job.

You know they are - its a fantastically well organised conspiracy with its evil minions spread throughout every facet of world civilization.

Could be either. Gammon tastes nice but I don't fancy roasting a gibbon. They always look cute.

Probably as accurate a depiction of the world as Das Kapital or Mien Kampf. Great if your a believer, not so much if you aren't. As for Alastair bloody Campbell if he said the sun was rising in the east I'd want to check it personally. For all the sound and fury about Brexit the armies aren't marching nor are bombs falling over Europe and I don't think they will be anytime soon.

Nope. Not as generally all round wonderful as a true gammon.

Laughed out loud with that one!

My resolution is not to make any resolutions as then I don't need to break any.

The what? Christmas tree police? What they? If some version of green killjoy they can kiss my a***. If one more miserable f**ker tells me what I can't enjoy I may end up as headline in Daily Fail - "enraged gammon slaughters green peace/ XR / Corbynite / vegan / chugger / or sweet little old lady selling jam!"