Dangerous

I am not retro. Nor am I ironic. I do not subscribe to the modern world but I keep up to date. I am a fantasist and a realist. I crave more and need less than most. I could care less and way too much. Dangerous.

Happy Days #1

Flying along in Ol Blue, door open in the sunshine, at who knows what speed (speedo broke but probably less than 60mph), puffing upon the lovely St Johns tobacco sent to me by Rowan, listening to the cd made by the immensely talented Alex and the Wanderband with whom I had the pleasure of standing in on double bass at a wedding last night. We had one practice of the set comprising some complex folk, Balkan, jazz and blues. I acquit myself by the very seat of my pants. Sometimes it's rewarding to challenge yourself to the limit of your ability. I was nervous but fairly confident in my 5 pages of notes. The crowd was chilled and everything fell perfectly into place. I left the campfire with a pang that I hadn't taken Ol Blue and stayed overnight to jam but I have a gig with the Moonshine Daddies today at 4 so sense prevailed.

Manna

Arrived through the post today from Rowan who I met while baffled over Simos electrical problem. I got as far as knowing the problem wasn't the coil but not being able to figure out why. I forgot the name of the guy that fixed it but I learnt valuable lessons about electrical testing.

Rowan, you spoil me. Cigars straight into the Humidor, fresh untainted pipe bought for the St Johns and enough stickers to adorn everything I own. Superb. Nice to meet you and good chatting about some of lifes finer pleasures; bikes, dogs and tobacco.

Home

650 mile round trip on a 1943 750cc side-valve. 45s rock!

Pit stop

Bike willing but body weak. 200 miles done and 100 to go but couldn't face it so stopped off at Jasons overnight.

Linkert

Man, now I really am ragged.

It's been two days since Linkert Attacks UK and I'm still not fully recovered. My tongue is lolling heavily in my mouth and refuses to connect words into coherent sentences and my brain is lagging slightly behind that. Let's face it, I'm a mess. I'm starting to piece things together slowly, very slowly. The dv cam footage might shed some light. I'm pretty sure The Dook is to blame, so really it's Stevie and Leedog who have raped my sanity and frankly it's Renshaw who masterminded the whole shebang with the help of Tim, Red, Gav, Steph, Shu, Mike, Con, Guy, Bedwar, Keith, Ed, Mother, Jimmy and probably others I have forgotten.
To be honest I was complicit but I won't mention that to my lawyer who keeps texting me that I'm due £3,800 for something I haven't yet claimed for; it must be this.
It has been the best party I have ever been to despite AND including the amount of work put into it. I had to split early for family stuff which left me feeling guilty that I left the clean-up to the others but me and Johnny the Wasp were litter picking at 6am Sunday morning til there was nothing left to pick, I swear.

Help

It's mental.