Is it time for bed yet?
I got what I wanted. I finally got a job. Not for want of trying but things are not what the British government would have us all believe.
I can confirm that milk and honey does not drip down from the trees; neither do the streets positively sparkle with gold.
Nevertheless I got a job – and it’s killing me.
Right, got that over with.
We’re enjoying a hurricane in england today. The Met office are calling it a storm but they haven’t been blown straight over three lanes of a motorway on a motorbike and directly towards the maw of a grinning truck coming the other way. It was quite fun.
Usually, whenever I go round corners I try to take the bike down low because I enjoy it. Just because she got the heels of both shoes torn off on one particularly exuberant ride one day, my wife won’t ride with me anymore. I mean, they couldn’t have been really expensive since everyone knows that shoes are not spelt Choos. Must have been some cheap knock-off.