Killing in the name of...

Song 2, Gay Bar, War Pigs- slowly I got hooked and reeled in by the band. The Iron Ore Rally crack was good, meeting old pals and new. I won a prize for my bike being over 25 years old which I would have probably given to the CBX which is also well over that age. I heard from several sources that Johnnys chop has landed in safe hands and is getting the care it deserves. (Johnny won that prize last time we were here and he is still remembered fondly)

What I'll never understand is how you can meet someone when you're sober and yet still doubt that you remember the name correctly- Kev with the brown 'flake shovel forgive me if I've got your name wrong. And yet every sordid details of a Scotsmans wild drug fuelled sex romp told to me while I could barely stand will be burned into my mind forever.

Burnt out

Long night. Completely burnt out from drinking coke all night. Our new drummer is excellent and the gig went really well. You know you're getting old when you can't be arsed to stay and play catch-up with all the other drunks in favour of going riding tomorrow.

Where is my badge?

Stumbled upon these while messing about in the Shed of Earthly Delights, smoking my favourite pipe and listening to the rain on the roof. Seems like a different life when I treasured these little trinkets. Happy days back then except for Crazy Daze which was a pivotal moment in my life teaching me the difference between fear and respect.