tuesday leads inevitably to thoughts of pineapple

'ning
gym, cafe, wfh, early bail for assignation at the bubbly bar and then onwards to dinner
gym, cafe, wfh, early bail for assignation at the bubbly bar and then onwards to dinner
my bike - faster than god's and twice as shiny
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De Sisti wrote:
This is one of the silliest threads I've come across.
Recognition at last Matthew, well done!, a justified honour
Had a nice jog with dog (JWD) and off to school soon. After a picnic surrounded by good eye candy but annoying cows back home and a visit to the local is in order
Dogged by fine weather again. First will be a bit of cleaning followed by a bike ride. Might go tent buying if I have anytime later.
Glorious out there, unfortunately I'm in here. Very pleasant for the ride in though. Today should be a bit quieter than yesterday, at least I hope so. Someone was saying yesterday was censored Monday, that's not a good thing in the wilds of Hanworth. It was great once I got back to civilisation though.
Marin Nail Trail
Cotic Solaris
I'm not sure if swimming or running is a greater sin but the GF and I donned wetsuits and swam in a local loch last night, arms are killing me today. Now I swim, run and cycle. God help me.
GF is panicking a bit as the hound has a sore on his leg which looks like all the scary Alabama rot facebook posts, she's taking him to the vet in a minute. My guess is it's a graze from zooming around on the beach last night, or from where he's been itching when he was swarmed by midges
Edit, and it's new cars all round this week, she's picking up a 1.6tdi audi a3 with 40k on the clock this evening, despite it being worth just less than half her salary... :roll:
https://youtu.be/LuIJqF8av6I
Nice day spoilt by having to go to work.
Came in and had a letter from British Cycling on my desk which was odd. Turned out it was the waterproof phone bag from that "ride for 5 hours" challenge a while ago.
Knees and elbows are a bit black and sore from yesterday's rock encounter.
What a good idea. Though in my experience, the fcuking brits are the worst. Mum, dad, 3 foul kids, both sets of grandparents, aunt Sue, uncle Tony, 4 enormous fcuking inflatables, and they all have to have adjoining sunbeds, right by the pool, so they can get on everyone's fcuking tits all day as they smoke their way through 40 Lambert & Butler each. Last year in Tenerife, the hotel locked up the sunbeds in big stacks overnight, unlocking them at 9 a.m. each day. There were brits standing like bovine statues where they wanted to put their sunbeds from 7 a.m. I sh*t you not. People would stand there, dribbling slightly on their shoes, for 2 hours, so they could park their fcuking sunbeds where they wanted. My fault for going on a cheap holiday I suppose.
Lovely morning, had a bit of a race with a woman.
I was going to say I found your problem but you covered it
I had a similar experience staying in the very cheapest hotel we could find in Tenerife but we were there for cycling and it was March so fairly quiet. It was a bit like a tower block council estate but sunny. On the plus side all the chubbers loved the horrible UK style food leaving all the delicious paella/freshly cooked fish for us. Oh, and the alcohol was free. I get around this now by not going on holiday with peasants, and washing my hands after any encounter with them. Horrid.
Also stocking up on chains, lubes, gt85 etc.
Marin Nail Trail
Cotic Solaris
Ta. Done. If I can't get the old one off, I'll knocking on your door!
Yup, similar experience, especially with the food, which was fine; always some freshly grilled meat or fish, some kind of stewed chicken/rabbit/pork, vegetables, salads, fruit etc. Everyone in the place ate nuggets, chips, pasta, beans, bread, ice cream, cake. I mean, people are free to eat what they want, and they were on holiday, but it brought it home to me in my liberal-metropolitan-remainer-elite bubble why the NHS is creaking due to obesity & related pathologies.
The booze was a weird one - free, but also seemingly alcohol-free. You could drink the beer all day and just get a headache without ever feeling even slightly intoxicated. Even the spirits had no oomph, and the wine was dilute paint stripper. I eventually went to the happy dinosaur and bought a slab of cans of the same local brew for a handful of €, but which actually tasted nice and had some booze in it.
I fall into the liberal-metropolitan-remainer-elite bubble but then find myself looking down on peasants, and using the word peasant. I tell myself I'm joking but I'm starting to doubt myself...
The alcohol at our place may have been watered down but we certainly didn't notice. We did between 2000m and 4300m climbing every day and my HR was through the roof for nearly all of it due to riding with someone who actually trains. Big mistake. Made up for it with alcohol. Even bigger mistake.
Does anyone know where? Or why?
De Sisti wrote:
This is one of the silliest threads I've come across.
Recognition at last Matthew, well done!, a justified honour
Nuneaton.
To store corpses.
Marin Nail Trail
Cotic Solaris
Marin Nail Trail
Cotic Solaris
I should buy some quality long armed hex wrenches anyway, or at least something with a decent amount of leverage which I can stick different size heads on. Like a socket set, but for hex/allen heads. Must go and have a mooch somewhere they sell tools.
I use a Facom 1/4 ratchet with a set of these from B&Q: really nicely made, work perfect.
https://www.diy.com/departments/magnuss ... 092_BQ.prd
Just be careful when doing up as you can easily put too much pressure on the bolt.
Stuff like this is also good.
https://www.diy.com/departments/magnuss ... 174_BQ.prd
De Sisti wrote:
This is one of the silliest threads I've come across.
Recognition at last Matthew, well done!, a justified honour
Aren't they all zombies in Nuneaton anyway?
De Sisti wrote:
This is one of the silliest threads I've come across.
Recognition at last Matthew, well done!, a justified honour
Bloke: Oh, excuse me. Sorry to hear about your losss.
Woman: Sorry?
Bloke: Your loss. sorry to hear about it.
Woman: What loss?
Bloke. The death.
Woman: What death?
bloke: Your husband. He's dead.
Woman: Is he? Are you sure? I let him in the car outside. He was fine when I left him 5 minutes ago. I've only popped in for some butter.
Bloke: Errr, you are Mrs C aren't you?
Woman: No, that's my sister, Ethel.
Made my day.
De Sisti wrote:
This is one of the silliest threads I've come across.
Recognition at last Matthew, well done!, a justified honour
Even the Russians are pretty civilised here. I haven't even seen any Germans with those 'fitted' beach towels that fit over the sun loungers like fitted sheets on a bed
Cheers. Should be 40 quid all in. Sounds right. It's the leverage I need.
De Sisti wrote:
This is one of the silliest threads I've come across.
Recognition at last Matthew, well done!, a justified honour