Not any more…

Maybe I’ll try the train if it goes anywhere!

You better hope it does…

I have no advice to offer. I like bikes, beers and my beard. Fortunately for me, so does my other half (7 years).

Well, we’ve got to have some semi-musical doddery old fart to wheel out for civic occasions. If it’s not Brian May at the Jubilee it’s Uncle Cliff the Singing Monk for Wimbledon or Pixie Paul for the Olympics. At least the first two had the decency to be in tune.

Ton, another +1. Prime bunch of turnips, players, management and fans.

Aside from that, all my hatreds are very rational and very specific, at least in my mind…

Fruit.

I usually invite whatever friend round for the evening while I’m working on their bike and tell them to bring some beers and a pizza (for us to split). We have a nice evening working on a bike and chatting, they learn something, and I get a free dinner. That’ll do me.

She’s been putting up with me for 7 years.

Looks a lot like a friend of mine from the 80s…

As someone (possibly on here) put it, supporting England at football is like being the over-optimistic parent of the fat kid on school sports day…

Making it a slightly international poetry day, the only piece of foreign poetry I’ve ever memorised:

Kinderhymne
Bertolt Brecht

Anmut sparet nicht noch Mühe
Leidenschaft nicht noch Verstand
Daß ein gutes Deutschland blühe
Wie ein andres gutes Land.

Daß die Völker nicht erbleichen
Wie vor einer Räuberin
Sondern ihre Hände reichen
Uns wie andern Völkern hin.

Und nicht über und nicht unter
Andern Völkern wolln wir sein
Von der See bis zu den Alpen
Von der Oder bis zum Rhein

Und weil wir dies Land verbessern
Lieben und beschirmen wir’s
Und das liebste mag’s uns scheinen
So wie andern Völkern ihrs.

We’ve been told we’re not allowed to do any ‘hot work’, soldering or welding. Which, being a Project Monkey in the NHS, were obviously things I did all the time…

Guess that means I’ll have to go to Hainault then. Which, with the dropped H and the glottal stop, always sounds rude to me…

007.

Bond Street.

[Tina Turner]
What’s Nidd got to do with it?
[/Tina Turner]

[Ike]
It’s Nidd, not nib, you dozy wench <slap>
[/Ike]

CaptainFlashheart – Member
Bank? Sorry, wrong play. You’re in nib until another player crosses the diagonal now.

Flashy, isn’t that your second rule breach for misnaming? I do believe that puts you in Nidd, m’sieur…

Going for an Encirclement gambit, a la Prosser, 1956.

Brondesbury.

Changing at Kentish Town and West ‘Ampstead, to finally end up at Gospel Oak.

Praise the Lord.

Avoiding the neophytes on the Circle, Archway the hard way.

Down Street.

BASP or REC (Rescue & Emergency Care).

When I lived in Hamburg, so 2003-04.

€0.50 tequila and sambuca shots were a bad, bad thing…

Fantastic. If he’d wanted worse pictures of the director, I could have supplied him lots. I used to kayak with Neil intermittently.

Have two, both plain coloured (one black, one grey) fleece. They’re fantastic under a drysuit for winter kayaking.

Wouldn’t be seen dead walking around the streets or even the house in one, though.

Trek Marlin SS.

Square Mile Coffee Co’s ‘Red Brick’ is my coffee of choice at the mo, lovely stuff.

Visio, but only because I already have it on my works laptop.

Ah, sorry, St Johns. That’s the decent uni in York. Good on her.

Full of idiots who got rejected from Oxbridge… ;)

(I may be biased, I went to Leeds)

whippet sweat..

Which county do you think they were in? Whippets are from further south than Cumbria… :|

I won’t argue about the ale, though.

Tatie waffles.

I think my dad was in amongst that lot. Awesome :)

WInd in the upper and lower limit screws to lock the position? If they’re not long enough to get the right chain line, you should be able to replace them, I think.

Troutie – did you go up from the Col du Tourmalet to the Col de Sencour (ruins) then up onto the Pic du Midi? and straight back to the Tourmalet?

There’s some ace singletrack if you drop from Sencour then turn right down past the little lakes and down towards the ski stations at Super-Barrege (I think) and Tournaboup. We ran that way on the Grand Raid des Pyrenees and it was my favourite bit of the whole course, jogging down thinking “I wish I had a bike down this bit…”

Not that visual, but sing along if you know the words…

Field and Trek had the Terra Nova Comp 1 tarp for £35 recently.

Lovely redheads with big guitars, you say?

How about Melissa auf der Maur?

sc-xc – Member
:|

sx c-c

;)

The only music video to bring me to tears, that. Released in March, June died in the May, Johnny followed her four months later, just brought home the “everyone I know goes away in the end” line.

Less Cash input, but have a look for “The Million Dollar Quartet” as well. A random jam session at Sun records, between Johnny Cash, Elvis Presley, Carl Perkins and Jerry Lee Lewis…

Compliments.