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sungod
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somewhat hungover, i blame the cab sauv before the bottles of bubbly, well, that and brexit
ride, cafe, natter to gmc punter of gmc that i care about less than a crushed molusc, other natter, bail, curative bubbly
somewhat hungover, i blame the cab sauv before the bottles of bubbly, well, that and brexit
ride, cafe, natter to gmc punter of gmc that i care about less than a crushed molusc, other natter, bail, curative bubbly
my bike - faster than god's and twice as shiny
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Chilled pub night as off to Montpelier for a long weekend tomorrow early doors
Don't mention Brexit, it's a clusterfuck.
Really need to get around to sourcing wheels and bars for the winter bike which means upgrading wheels and bars for the summer bike.
Will try a bike ride tomorrow to check the back problems are well and truly sorted - if the weather holds.
A wet start. Gym and pool sesh later this morning. Then tbc. Wonder if there's a local breeder of watch dragons, as the crows don't do night shift?
Probably a short run later followed by a pre holiday meeting which will involve wine, cheese and probably more wine.
WFH today so a slightly slower wobble-free start was had. Still got loads of nonsense ot deal with, some of it new kinds of nonsense. My trip to Padova next week has been cancelled, which i'm happy about as it's not my idea of fun. Complete organisational clusterfuck meant although they'd talked about me going in several meetings and we'd planned for me to go, they hadn't booked me into the hotel or arrrenged my passes. Great, not spending 4 days on my feet at a show suits me fine. Only downside is I miss out on some good food. Absloute showerofshit. That really is a very specific and rather strange side effect. I did say yesterday someone wasting money like that would give the Scots a bad name. Glad 'loon survived the night though.
Hope all went well at the hospital Oxo.
Going to the pub with the EPO later, might be a good case for fish and chips after that.
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Cotic Solaris
Gym 'n' swim sesh has left me feeling a bit heavy so light tasks only for the rest of the day.
Hoping for a couple of days bike hire.
A couple of beers lined up for later.
Funny - they all have bushy eyebrows and have a fixed expression of deep scorn. Like you've burnt their huts down and stolen their life savings of groats and then piddled in their mince.
They never talk in tones less than 75db. You can hear them at the back of the Co-op near closing time, wrestling on the floor and tearing lumps out of each other, fighting over the marked down turnips and butter beans.
They don't bother with phones as they can hear each other miles away. Their favourite afternoon pastime between scrubbing stuff is standing in their own Kale patch whilst having a conversation with multiple neighbours, often in the next county.
There is a wall that separates Newton Stewart from Minigaff. Legend has it, that the wall was used as an enclosure to prevent them straying. The wall is a mere 4 foot tall but that was sufficient to retain them as ladders proved too complicated and standing on something triggered extraordinary vertigo.
A terrible incident involving the first municipal donkey service and a wasps nest drove a hole in the wall and so they escaped. Worse, they inter-bred with locals, halving the already meagre average IQ but raising their average height to 4 foot 2" over the years.
They have impeccable huts. There is fcuk all in them but they are impeccable. They wear vacuum cleaners out before the end of the warranty and empty the shops of bleach and other cleaning products such is there penchant for a cleanliness; they put the well heeled and sterile Presbyterians to shame.
'Loon has an army of them at his disposal to guard his ramshackle Fort and fodder patch if he chooses. The only caveat is that you must never spurn their amorous advances during the rutting season This often causes serious injury and sometimes, fatalities.
A couple of my cousins live in valpolicella, great ice cream place in Parona di Valpolicella run by a two times downhill MTB world champion. The only clue to her history is the Kona open/closed sign on the door.
Marin Nail Trail
Cotic Solaris
Hopeless.
I am not sure. You have no chance.
Edit: oh and the mini gaff is to the west, a bit too far to the west given the strange ones who inhabit that well odd part of the planet. Oi b'aint got that partic vaccine yet.