Barney Marsh takes the word ‘career’ literally, veering wildly across the road of his life, as thoroughly in control as a goldfish on the dashboard of a motorhome.
He’s been, with varying degrees of success, a scientist, teacher, shop assistant, binman and, for one memorable day, a hospital laundry worker. These days, he’s a dad, husband, guitarist, and writer, also with varying degrees of success. He sometimes takes photographs. Some of them are acceptable.
Occasionally he rides bikes to cast the rest of his life into sharp relief. Or just to ride through puddles. Sometimes he writes about them. Bikes, not puddles.
He is a writer of rongs, a stealer of souls and a polisher of turds.
He isn’t nearly as clever or as funny as he thinks he is.
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Nice shirt 😉
…. Because it’s in California innit. Warm sunshine, clear skies, dry dusty trails, bling bikes to ride, to name a few. That’s why it’s the must-go event of the season. 😉
Yes I wonder slackalice if it would be such a draw if held in the Peak District or the Clwyds in spring with the clagfest present
That desk is a disgrace.
I like Chipps desk, for once I looked at mine and —- ok I’ve got some way to go to reach the “utter clutter” status as shown in the Sea Otter clip.
Eeerk, that’s one dirty keyboard dude.
I guess it means you’re working hard 🙂
There was a Yeti Truck parked at Littleborough the other week, most disconcerting! It was raining though, so they were all inside playing PS4 and lubing their shockrails.