Sunday, 30 September 2012

ryan's daughter and more holey tales...

 I met Ryan at newlands corner cafe this week, his sporty was a new 'nightster' but he has fucked with it as you can see if you look closely. He took one of those fast-track lessons, passed his test and went out and bought a sporty.
and the bitch has a new kick pedal from barrie aka sharpeye
I fucked with it as it didn't fit my heavy duty arm, rather than return it, so I removed the machined shoulder at the kicker end and dimpled out the logo.

Footnote:
I met Ryan who later told me his dad lived in Spain for a while, who met a guy called Rowan riding bikes together and later I met my mate Rowan.
Small World.

Thursday, 27 September 2012

of rain, grey sea, beer, wet dogs and a lot of signs...

I see no ships...
crab space... 
park your boat guv?... 
you are being watched 
by order of da fryer... 
strange... 
grey sky... 
fuck that... 
 everybodys at it
 yeah, right ...
now thats a trailer...
nimby order
brave sculpture...
 big sky
early harley box?
 pulls boats
grey sea
 mad dogs
 hallo, whats that...
funny looking boat...
 hmmm looks suspicious...
 strange
 very strange
 sizewell
boat spotting shelter
fuck that...
on regardless...
 rough or very rough...
 hmmm...
tell it like it is...
 sailing on the cheap...
 rattle and hum...
towed...
by order...
beer is best...
no mate, the name is Henry...
early orford...
erect pillar...

Suffolk
no choppers this time

Sunday, 23 September 2012

Kempton... or how many blokes can you get at a racetrack with no horses

 proper chopper - johno's bike...
the choppergod peruses biker cutlery
 suit your sissy bar sir
I met Peter, Dick with haversack full of stash and Del joshing with the NCC...
  girders R us...
 well it is transferrable...
 the price of sugar...
 chopper suvivor...
 HRD fast lady...
 three kicks! and an audience too...
  on your knee's mate...
in the presence of the bitch...
and this at newlands corner in the afternoon