Friday, 12 September 2014


Grief is a funny thing. You can't rush it and you can't dodge it. It seems like every time I go for a big ride I'm chasing ghosts. To be more specific, Johnny's ghost. We rode so many miles together to all the best parties. But he is gone. That's a cold, blunt fact.

On the way to The Trip Out I taunted myself with staying overnight at a place we went before on the way to The Hayride but plainly he wasn't there. I was chasing ghosts again. Guy pointed me in the right direction, straight after biker yoga. It was like a smack to the back of the head when I clapped eyes on it; Johnny's ghost. I spent a bit of time crawling around it in almost disbelief but a frame mount, then a brake rod, the rear axle nuts and on and on... this was Johnny's bike. I don't know what I expected to feel but I wasn't feeling it. I was a bit excited, a bit sad, a bit... dunno.

It was good to see it. There were no ghosts here either. This WAS Johnny's bike but it isn't any more. The new owner has done exactly as he should have done; he made it his own. Thereby exorcising the machine. To me it would have remained an heirloom but now it's a super sweet ride in a similar mold but different. I loved what he's done with it (but I would still put mini apes on it). I wished I could have caught up with the new owner to jibber at him a bit about the bike. He might have been really polite and listened to me for a bit and that would have been nice.

Wednesday, 10 September 2014


How do you get back from the Trip Out? One answer is to just reverse the journey. But can you ever really reverse any journey? The paths may stay the same but the experiences change. Whatever, the Trip Out was awesome. I'm struggling to return to real life. Excellent party with great people. It's growing fast so if you like the intimate party you might miss your chance if you don't go soon. The go-go dancers were fabulous.

Saturday, 23 August 2014


Oh yeah, I remember now; I play guitar. It's a bit of a shock to the system when all you do is play bass all the time. Feels a bit awkward especially in the solos. But it was hellish good fun.

Monday, 11 August 2014


I had heard is said somewhere that man was distinguished from animals by his use of tools... that's it Jonny, use the 'fine adjuster'.


My new rum receptacle. I'm no bum I'm respectable.

Monday, 4 August 2014


What the fuck is this place? It calls itself a museum but it's like a garage crossed with Aladdin's cave. Maybe it's Aladdins garage. Tons of old bicycles, classic motorcycles, cars, domestic and agricultural machinery, carbolic soap, train stuff. It was a good investment at £3 entry for two of us as we waited for a storm to blow over on our way home. The Douglas Dragonfly was immaculate.

Sunday, 3 August 2014

Rock Ridge Rumble

I've just returned from the north of England's finest rockabilly weekender. Actually I'm not aware of another one so it might be the north of England's only rockabilly weekender. Whatever, it was a great party. It's not quite the Hayride nor is it not trying to be but it is great if you like rockabilly, beer and dancing and I think it might grow into something special. I will certainly be going again and next time the high Pennine roads might not be such a slog- pretty much stormy all the way there and most of the way back but the triumph wasn't bothered.