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Driven to the edge
This morning’s 125-mile motorway journey (M6, M42, M5, M4, M32) brought home to me just how poor the standard of driving is in this country.
Blind justice?
So a blind person – on a pedestrian crossing – is mown down and, as a result of his injuries, dies. But because the person
How to learn any language in six months
Every now and then, when I have the time – and when I remember – I dip in to TEDx lectures. I stumbled on this
The numbers do not lie
On 1st December 2014, between the dark hours of 6.30pm and 9pm, Thames Valley Police checked 110 cyclists in Oxford’s High Street. How many £50
Routine sleep-states
Blatantly stolen this off of FB, but I’m pretty relaxed about that.
Changing words
Dear Midge, In 1984, when the world was a much more naive place, you and Bob launched ‘Do They Know It’s Christmas’ (DTKIC) on to
What are speed limits for, Daddy?
During one of the lovely Vicola’s (remember her?) epic rants on FB, recently, a commenter offered a link to a blog that examined what speed
Over there, not over here
I sit, handwriting this, with my trusty paper-and-pen combo, in a very unfamiliar Spanish territory. I have probably been to the Canary Islands in the long, distant,
Nothing on
In the days when Mars bars cost 4d each, and for a penny one could get four strawberry chews, and an Amazin’ bar cost 3d,
Locking up wheels
I realise that social media is a magnifier, that it is the Daily Mail of the internet. Everything bad is going to happen. Everything you
The Apprentice: Modernising Christians v Lions
Rome’s Colosseum has been through some major changes in its history. It was originally intended as a theatre. Mock sea battles, and mythological dramas were
Stolen: Honda CBR Blade
Posting this on behalf of a friend; it’s not my bike My motorcycle was stolen on 17th October 2014 from Chipping Norton Oxfordshire. It was
Not a good indication
The offside front indicator on the ZX9R packed up. The corresponding rear indicator worked fine, but the front one steadfastly refused to join in. Both
Mapping a fix
I forgot to note that I have fixed the Daytona’s intermittent starting problem. After carefully researching the symptoms (poking about on the internet, speaking to other
It’s so bracing
Yesterday I went to Skegness. For a cup of tea. And chips. And gravy. As you do. In contradiction to this Skegness marketing poster… It
Polite filtering in Cov
This happened this evening:
Tucker’s Law(s)
I fucking love Malcolm Tucker. Not in a boy way. I just fucking love how fucking articulate he is. Yes I know he’s fucking not
End of contract break
My current work contract concludes at the end of this month. The thought occurs that this could be the ideal time for a break. Perhaps
Not getting the whole picture
I have bought a new TV. For someone who watches as little television as I do, this new acquisition is a really big deal. It’s
Reluctant to go. Again.
I had the same starting problem, yesterday morning, with the Daytona. The engine turned over, full of beans and with the normal enthusiasm, but it
An open letter to…
Humanity. Dear humanity, you have such potential for awesomeness which you ruin with a failure of thinking. Here’s what I mean. Territorial ownership is bogus.
Just taking the bike out for a quick spin
Post by Enrique Fernández.
I’m safe, it’s the other morons on the road…
I’m still recording video, but by and large nothing much seems to happen – or nothing out of the ordinary happens with any kind of
Dodging the downpour
On Friday I left work, jumped on the Daytona and headed south on a bit of a marathon: A46 from Cov to Warwick A429 south
Breaking down and getting fixed up
Thursday (I think it was Thursday) I was jollying to work on the Ninja. I’d just left the M6 at junction 2, and dropped down
Site moved
Let me know if there any real issues. I know there are a small number of missing photos, but I’ll fix that over the next
If you’ve got it, flaunt the hell out of it
If you are a talented video editor (so we’re clear that I’m not talking about me, right?), you’d put your CV online in the most
Wish you were here…?
On Saturday 21st June I marshalled a fundraising motorbike ride for the charity Meningitis Now (formerly the Meningitis Trust and Meningitis UK). There were about
Motorway fire
Last Thursday I was stuck on the M1 fo 90 minutes, behind a lorry fire. This is the filterage that got me to the front
The end of the (Spanish) road
The seventh – and, mercifully, the final – part of the Spanish Tour (2014) is below. It is a trip from the outskirts of Madrid
Meanwhile, back in time and over in Spain…
A fort left over from when Andalusia was part of an African kingdom, visor-related roadkill, arriving in Alicante, the search for a hotel (any hotel!),
Potty mouth
I have a sneaking admiration for people who seem to – effortlessly – vocalise their thoughts. My internal filter won’t let me. Kylie not only
(very) slowly catching up
I am still unpacking in my new house. I feel that I might be unpacking for weeks. I haven’t been home much, since I moved
Insurance industry: ripping its customers off at every opportunity
As a motorcyclist and a motorist I am compelled, by law, to have my vehicles insured. I am also compelled, by law, to ensure that
Birthday wishes!
Happy birthday to my cold Happy birthday to my cold Happy birthday to my colllllllllllld Happy birthday to my cold. It’s been four weeks since
Spanish Tour, part 3
This was actually half a leg of the journey. The pre-breakfast run out of the centre of the city of Granada, down to the rural
Spanish Tour, part 2
Bilbao to Granada, a bit of a cock-up in the ferry calculations (I blame the cold that I still have), and some nice scenery:
Spanish Tour, part 1b
A quick look around my cabin on the MV Cap Finistere, en route from Portsmouth to Bilbao:
Spanish Tour, part 1
I have more insightful notes which I’ll type up when I am able, but until I do, here’s part one of the lazy version:
Awesomely Perfect Day
So a bunch of motorcyclist video bloggers (vloggers, as the portmanteau would have it), led, encouraged, nagged and led some more by the technically uber-gifted Grumpy