Thursday 30 August 2012

Limbo

Farewell dear shed, haven for all these years, home to my motorcycling dreams and aspirations, shelter whilst enjoying a smoke, genesis of many a crazy invention- some that actually worked. It was here I completely rebuilt my triumph motor and gearbox. These walls are imbued with oil, petrol, blood, sweat and, yes, even tears. I now wait in limbo for the new improved shed to arrive.

Sunday 19 August 2012

Donuts

Had a nice little ride out this morning to a car show at a local stately home. Not much to report beyond that except the donuts were good. A healthy smattering of MGs, minis, Fords and so on and a few stand out vehicles. The one that caught my eye was the Jowet Jupiter; beautiful sporty lines and a lovely wood interior. A few nice vans (none as nice as Guys obviously) and very few bikes. Still, it was a nice day out so no complaints.

Saturday 18 August 2012

Dr Funk

Not a fat German record producer or Princes keyboard player but a subtle blend of Pernod and light rum- very pleasing.

Wednesday 15 August 2012

Trippy

Looks like the 45 has had her summer and barring local rides is not likely to get far for the rest of the year. Everything from here on in is a Triumph trip- which is lucky cos I love my Triumph. I'm looking forward to the Trip Out now that I've finally got around to buying tickets. I'm going to make a bit of a trip of the trip to the Trip Out.

Tuesday 14 August 2012

How I Roll




 Dirty Americans 

**I can't get the link to work by clicking on the play button. Click the musical note and it'll take you to the site. You'll be well rewarded if you like a bit of rock.**

Wednesday 8 August 2012

Head

For all you tiki-heads out there, here is the latest addition to my bar-ware... A shrunken head bottle bought on eBay, sculpted by a man in Glasgow by the name of Garnet. Superbly made, it fills a nice gap if you need something a bit larger than a hip-flask. Collecting tiki stuff is completely different from collecting ceramic animals- those people are crazy.

Tuesday 7 August 2012

Shack party


Up til the 1970s the A6 was the main north-south route on the west into Scotland. On the highest point of this road there is a tiny little brick hut that was owned by British telecom. Surplus to requirement in the modern digital world this hut was auctioned off and an acquaintance of mine bought it with the express purpose of putting gigs on every full moon. It's much bigger inside than it appears and upstairs (yes, there are 2 floors) in the music room I could just about stand my bass up but had to crouch to play it. We played an hour of the finest hobo music known to man, got drunk and had a great if very snug gig. We met David at the top after he had just celebrated his halfway point on the Lands End to John O'Groats unicycle trip. It's not every day you unicycle to the top of a mountain pass on a thousand mile trip and get invited to a party in the only building as far as the eye can see.