KwAcKy's Konfessional |
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Nothing of interest; just mindless links to bikes Birmingham City Football Club and useless junk  
  
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03 January 2003
Sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I did say I would be going up to Aberdeen for a mate's wedding. Bike Stuff The resident shits nicked my bike cover, just the £50 to replace. I've ordered a new one from Thoroughbred Covers . For an extra £4 they will put on a padlockable strap which means the little fucks will take 10 mins not 5 to nick it :-( I've also installed an outside light which has the sensor over the bike so either I'll be woken up or it'll help them see what they are doing! Those nice people at R & G have agreed to split a pair of crash protectors so I can replace the ones I tested at Donny. My next door neighbour picked up his new Gixer 750. Not my cup of tea but they run and handle like a dream and are really light. Should make Fatty a bit tasty on the next track day, he was getting quick on his R6 and this has more power! Nice write up about the Sprint RS on the Motorbykz site. Makes a change to read an article from a someone who doesn't think all bikes must own the racetrack. Here's a sweet tankslapper at the Isle of Man TT Mrs Bump George or Georgina is constantly on the move. Mrs Kwacky and I caught the 'flu (real flu, not man cold) when we were in Aberdeen. We spent the last 2 days in bed feeling sorry for ourselves. The poor thing can't take much for it so she's been suffering. She appeared to have recovered but on Sunday (5th) she looked like death warmed up. She's been given the week off work and 'm trying to do my best to help out where possible. Aberdeen We got up at some unearthly hour and picked up my mate en route to the airport. We were entertained by the woman sitting behind who didn't seem to enjoy the experience of flight. Sam and I had a nice loud chat about the recent crash at Aberdeen airport. We think we put her mind at rest, once she had hyperventilated for the umpteenth time. The Norwood Hotel was stately as the website made out. And the bar was fully stocked! The groom collected us from the airport and we went off to get kilted up. Sam and I went back to the hotel for some kip and only got up for food. aer on, we all met up at the Lairhillock for some grub. The next day was the big day and the service was a very brief (thank God) catholic affair in Stonehaven, a small fishing village not far from Aberdeen. Back to the Norwood for food and booze. I tried a whisky or two and being asked every 10 minutes "what's worn under your kilt?" Dear old Spike helped me out there! (if you don't know Spike Milligan's retort, please let me know) Sam was tired and feeling ill so shewent to bed, so I and a handful of others supped beer and drank whisky. At about 2 oclock Sam appeared to drop off the key to our room, how sweet! An hour or so later she re-appeared to remind me that I had to sleep at some point, it was past 3 and didn't I think it was time to go back to the room? Was it really so late? The next day I felt ill. Very ill. Turned down full breakfast ill. Still pissed ill. So was Nigel the best man. Oh dear. I cringed I got the occassional flashback of me, a strange woman and some candle wax. Good job Sam hauled me out of the bar! Football Blues got stuffed 3-1 by Fulham in the 3rd round of the FA Cup. Savage got anohter booking, Coly made his debut and Stern John returned from injury to grab the Blues goal. We're in trouble. Our best two defenders, Purse and Cunningham are missing, our forwards aren't firing and we've got a run of games that would make Brazil cry. Other stuff I can't work who is dumber, the waitress for not seeing the funny side or the lawyer who took the case on. Hooters. Guess the death at Popped Clogs Some people are far braver than I ever could be. It's dangerous trying to brush one of the little darlings, but fancy trying to stick a tube up a cat's arse and give it an enema?!?!?! Sooner you than me sunshine |
