Oh Jesus, I forgot what it was like waking at anything before seven o’clock in the morning. However, I promised me mate I would help him get his car back from his work place as he was picking up a hire car. Now he rang my bell at 0715 (my alarm shrilled in my ear 0630) so at least I was up and ready. (Funny how food at this time in the morning tastes of sleep) thought the traffic we sauntered all along the twisty turny roads to the far off land of Walker! Ever been?, I haven’t, but he was telling me the route and which road signs to follow as thought I was listening! I wasn’t! I should have!
I have noticed though is the total transference of this shopping mall from when I usually frequent it. I’ve never seen people queue outside a Wilko, and I’ve never heard the insipid Muzak that is pumped into the echo chambers that are empty avenues, (oh Christ, my bacon is still breathing)……………
(Some of that text is missing and ill be buggered if I can remember what I said)
Walking in like a scene from a horror movie, the shoppers awake from their coffins. The security guards are now on the prowl (what for, I have no idea) I’m just waiting for Maplins to open (thee security dudes in the last 50 seconds where as when I first came in, one security guy in a washed out grey/ white shirt with a frayed collar limped around earnestly. What a difference ten minutes make. When I arrived at the car park I could have the pick of ANY place to rest Gips car (Gip is me mate) now I’ve come out to go shopping and it’s bloody full! Oh well, the piece of tech purchased now I’m gong home to fit it!
My bike is apart, tank off, side panels off, air box cover off, why did I choose to do this on me own? I’ve worked on tanks, lorries, land rovers everything and now I realise why I don’t like working on me own kit where wiring is concerned! Two wired that’s all there is, a red and a blue! But can I get them through/ up/ over/ under or between the places they need to be to get to the battery. And when I eventually get there, I need more slack at the attachment end! Grrrrr!!!!!!!
Done! I’ve taken a chill pill, put away me bayonet and stopped looking for Christians to crucify! AND, it works! It only bloody works (although for some reason me seat seems hot, I’m hoping it’s just the sun and not a huge electrical fuck up that leaves Bob in a smouldering heap of plastic and rubber) I’ll find out when I leave this coffee shop and head back to the car park. Cutting through the stench of hormones and spot cream (schools are out) if I hear another Herbert shout ‘Do a wheelie’ I’ll stop the bike and kick them hard!