A day at the races

Now it’s been a couple of days since my last tirade (well I call them tirades, they are musings really, just phantoms of my mind fleeing the confines of my bike helmet). I think the last one I wrote was about being crap at woodwork, well since then, I’ve become crapper! All I was asked to do was make a jig of a certain width/ length and other various (superfluous) dimensions. Well, it turns out there are NO superfluous dimensions at all. My vague, nay crude, skills are best left to sharpening pencils I fear. 
As the guitar maker instructor dude placed his long used jigs on the counter, I saw the floor in my plan. His was obviously better (more professional) and if the correct size. Mine was sort of a jig ‘lite’ or fat as it was. When you’re are given a number of 115mm is it not easier to say to yourself ‘ that’s not hard’ and continue to measure your own units. To me, 115mm looked exactly like 15cm. One one hand, yup I’m a cock eyed fuck, on the other hand, at least I cut the wood to wide! (Shave a bit off, it’ll be reet)


Since then, I’ve slept and forgot about the names I called meself for the almighty dent to my professional ego. Then again, I was the only one not to fuck up my ‘routing’ (but that’s another story). As today has strolled on with the speed of one legged gazelle, I find myself in the middle of Rothbury enjoying the delights of the ‘Vale’ cafe. Earl grey and a lovely bacon sarnie (a staple ingredient of my morning routine now). The bikes roll in and out with the frequency of, well, bikes really. And I’m just gonna sit here and enjoy the sights sounds and smells. (But the internet is SHITE, so this will get posted later I guess)


And since leaving, I’ve had to go shopping for vegetables, but I forgot me daysack, so I had to slip all these into me jacket! With the long hair and the pseudo breasts, I had NO chance of anything!!!!!

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