Mawsley

Everyone at Bennett’s. Despite having had 12 whole months to add my rarest of rare motorcycles to their database (still the basic Africa Twin DCT), they haven’t. Thus, with 21 days on the clock, they can’t requote me. Easiest insurance company move ever.

Work from home and avoid going to meetings, so no commuting for me. So zero chance I go out in foul weather anymore. At one point I was doing 30k p/a, I’ve served my time with numb fingers.

You might not, I do.

I’ve been going to Poland every year for a week since 2015 for a conference. From what was a dirt cheap place to live and eat, it ain’t anymore. June this year, prices in Warsaw were up there with London for room, food and fancy bars. I did manage to track down affordable yet decent options, but it took a bit of effort. Politically, it’s become a nastier place too under Duda’s watch. The sooner that man is placed in a barrel and floated off out into the Baltic the better. Ultimately, compared to the UK, I’d move in a heartbeat. There again, I’d move to the Ukrainian/Russian border rather than live here.

I dragged the wife off to Colombia by announcing I’d quit my job because everyone I worked with were “w*****s.” It was brilliant. Worst thing we ever did was to return to this shithole…because ‘family decision’. Now none of us are happy. Go family!

Mawsley.

As every day passes and the potholes get worse, I’m laughing in my Jeep. My Dad had fits at me for buying one - apparently you don’t need full 4x4 spec in Britain he said - but it glides over the craters.

Lad had Helldivers going the other day but not tried it yet myself - still finishing a season as Firenze’s manager in FM24. Think I’m going to replay Fallout 4 ready for the Fallout London mod.

These days you’ll struggle to find one. They shut all our local in-town ones down.

Mine began to be a bit debilitating after flourish months too. I stopped taking them for a fortnight as advised - and then they dropped them from my script. I suppose I ought to remind them at some point.

They do that with me once a year - and once a year I send them back a set of readings I made up while drinking a coffee. Everyone is happy.

Rum. It is a panacea. I’m having to stay in bed for 48 hrs - what else is there to do in bed but drink rum?

Nothing but lying here in bed wishing I could ride. The part of the nail they removed was a real ugly bit of kit. Complete u-shape - and thick to boot - that’s been cutting into my toe for a fair few years.

Just look at the aggro caused by the first Africa Twin wheels - rusty spokes galore yet Honda abjectly refused to accept responsibility...but then I don't believe any manufacturer cares about build quality or customer service these days.

Good luck with that. I almost fell asleep during the Amsterdam Xmas show - it's all just a bit too plodding and maudlin new stuff for me now.

They've done it before in Liverpool, they should know better, they have no excuse. Manila is decent, I wouldn't mind a Far East gig.

Morning. Invited to speak at a conference - for the life of me I’ve no idea how stupid people must be if someone like me has got anything to say that anyone would be prepared to listen to. Still, business class flights, airport lounges, and a sumptuous hotel. I’m going to be incredibly drunk for seven days in June. Honestly, my main advice to the businesses sponsoring my trans national libations is to stop paying for me to get drunk in foreign climes.

I didn’t know wives could win awards for cleaning and stuff. Does this mean that sammich making happens even faster or tastes better? I might sign my wife up for it.

Last week we were in Florence for my birthday - whatever I do this weekend is going to be a bit shit in comparison.

Lying in bed suffering from the worst manflu ever contracted by man - working my way through the NoFX catalogue yet again.

Mornings are shit when you wake at home and realise nobody is providing a banquet for breakfast and people will look at you funny if you start drinking at 11am.

Buena sera de Firenze. Blazing sun, 30deg, and cold beer & pizza. Life could be worse.

Yep. If I’d been still going at 30 I’d have been over his bonnet or into a hedge mind. Lincolnshire though, eh. They’re either drunk, high or battling the fifteen extra chromosomes with their seven webbed fingers.

Up to Lincs - my word every dipshit was out today. Had some spanner rest his front bumper on my right leg as he jumped out from a junction just as I was riding by. Luckily I'd already scrubbed speed as I felt he hadn't bothered looking at me, which was fortunate as I was on roadside gravel by the time the both of us came to rest. I am very good at swearing. I think he understood exactly how I felt about his driving.

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