Cheshire Cat
The most curious thing..
I ate a meat pie, away at Oldham, right back in the day.
The pies they sold in Halifax at the Shay were even worse. No wonder there was hardly anyone there.
I ate a meat pie, away at Oldham, right back in the day.
Oooh, that was my racing era - but never did the TT or Manx GP
A 3-speedings totting up 3 month ban in 1979 got me on the track at Lydden with my RD400
This was followed by TZ250 - TZ350 [x2] - RG500 [not the road bike version] - GSXR750 over the next 10 years - I "retired" in 1989 - got to home-international licence level.
I have photos of my big crash at Clearways [Brands Hatch] in 1983 + other spills at Snetterton & Brands
Lost a few good mates during that time and had many a close shave on road bikes myself - count myself fortunate to still be here ....
The pies they sold in Halifax at the Shay were even worse. No wonder there was hardly anyone there.
It was indeed her pussy. I was required to pull various items out of her lady area with my teeth. Whilst nursing my bloody and broken nose.Pussy?
Was she a big black lady with a banana, as this is pretty much what happen to me as well? [emoji4]It was indeed her pussy. I was required to pull various items out of her lady area with my teeth. Whilst nursing my bloody and broken nose.
She told me that if we don't complete the show she wouldn't get paid so I laid down and did what was required.
Anything for Bozza on his stag do
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I dived into a sandbank head first in Cyprus, broke 3 bones in my neck, I fought back against a barman who had a shotgun in Marseille , I took it off him. 9 people were machine gunned in the same bar, about a month later, part of a drug war.
Over 60 cardiac arrests, pneumothorax, pulmonary embolism.
Was she a big black lady with a banana, as this is pretty much what happen to me as well? [emoji4]
And then it starts again with the arrival of grandchildren.....
“Just when I thought I was out they pull me back in again.”
As students 8 of us went boating on the Broads for what was essentially a 14 day slow pub crawl. One night we were back on the boat and nobody noticed there were only 7 of us until the last man turned up soaking wet.O tone night in Estonia I fell in the Baltic sea one October back in the early 1990s, when I was a student and had been drinking. I had been with a group of other people walking around the coast a few miles outside Tallinn, coming back from a bar.
It was very cold and the rocks were very slippery - I went right under and bashed my head on them - but I managed to climb out and eventually found the other people again, none of whom had any idea I'd fallen in.
With age and wisdom I now realise that it's exactly the sort of thing that happens to students every year and a few tend to die: drunk young men and water is not a good combination.
-The time I jumped off a 12m bridge and nearly landed on a large boat that was passing underneath.
- Numerous motorbike near misses in Vietnam. In one notable incident, I found myself wrapped in electricity cables while my bike flew off down the road. The two bags of beers I was transporting did not survive.
-The running street battle with the Hanoi mafia which escalated rather quickly from a few choice words to sticks, bricks and knives.
This is the first time I’ve seen this 70s footage.
What in the name of bloody hell were they thinking?
Ok it was the 70s and all that. But the lack of common sense and concern for wellbeing is unreal.
Most recently Canyoning in Bovec, Slovenia with 9 of my mates in September 2019. Basically climbing to the top of a gorge and then jumping into rock pools, turning rocks into water slides, and abseiling to get down. My mates had been before in Switzerland, I never had, so they had picked an "intermediate" course that also involved being lowered down a 50 metre high waterfall. I nearly shit myself.
That afternoon we took giant scooters down another mountain after two pints of craft beer.
One of the most annoying things about 2020 was our planned trip for this year getting binned off, though there was a day when i thought the virus was going to finish me off less glamorously.
Bet you wish you'd kept at least one of your TZ's - now going for stupid money IF you can find one. Myself I should have kept at least one of my Yamahas, had a lovely RD400F and bought a 350LC YPVS new in 1987, best part of £20K worth now! Majority of them stacked into walls and telephone poles back in the day means there is a bit of a shortage...
Bet you wish you'd kept at least one of your TZ's - now going for stupid money IF you can find one. Myself I should have kept at least one of my Yamahas, had a lovely RD400F and bought a 350LC YPVS new in 1987, best part of £20K worth now! Majority of them stacked into walls and telephone poles back in the day means there is a bit of a shortage...