Where do I start? Where did I finish last time? I have no idea, but what I do know is that I took a mock Maths test and had to apologise to my tutor for wasting his time with me during the last half term! I mean, c’mon!!!! What the fuck has statistics got to do with ducking writing????? (I knew I had picked the wrong pathway for this one). Anyhoo! Apart from being a total biffs at adding and taking away, I realised I really needed to get my shot together for the rest of the course too!!! Oops!
This was part of a play me and one of the guys put on to introduce feminism (bit ironic two blokes doing it in semi drag) it was, however, a success! My script came to life with the utterances of a totally random (fuck knows where or what it was) accent from Bob! Brazilian he may be, and the fact he wants to be an interpreter didn’t belay him from making some batshit crazy accent! Got a laugh though!
Rothbury has started to liven up again (been a while since there was this many bikes there) so Sunday ride outs could be on the cards once again 🙂 . Unfortunately, whilst washing Big Red after THIS Sunday, my fucking foot slipped off the peg and the fat bastard fell over (thank Christ for bobbins) the only damage was to the bobbin itself and maybe a little scar on Reds cheek (but that will be sorted on Saturday at me mates spray shop!
Meanwhile in my little electronics world (I have far too many worlds to disappear into when I’m stressed) I took apart an MP3 player I bought in Iraq 2004 and decided to get it up and running again. Opening it up was fraught with peril, but it didn’t explode (that’s always a good thing) and the first outing of me new soldering gun worked wonders! I can now listen to shit I recorded way beach when! INCLUDING ‘Desert Sun’ my song about me mate who died out there! Haven’t heard that for years.