Went to the bike show. It proved mighty expensive... 7-car pile-up, courtesy of some twat cutting up the sliproad at the last minute. What's even more annoying is that I paid £60 to get home by train, and not one fecker checked my ticket, I coulda got home for nowt
When working in Bristol we found a pub call "The Bank" 5 mins from site... well handy.. wasn't lying when telling the boss I've just got to nip to the bank at lunch time
My cherished and highly collectable classic car (are you listening insurance co..?) has bitten the dust, that ain't gonna polish out. The recovery dude asked where I wanted the car taken, I told him to drop me off at the NEC and do what he liked with the car.
The ride into work was hoot this morning. Did the usual potter through the neighbourhood. Small dogs being walked by their owners showed me to usual hate. Big dogs totally ignore my 999S but terriers ... a lot of hate. It's hilarious. I was pondered what it was about the noise of the T9 that so infuriates small dogs when I fetched up behind a car with the reg, R1 WHY. This tickled me. Once on the dual carriageway, I managed to open up a little due to an unusual break in the traffic (still maintaining safe, steady, legal progress, obviously) and then fetched up behind a car with the plate T9 TYM. I fucking love days like this
chill. :smile:. having a proper cant be arsed period. yappy little you know whats. bigger the dog gets the more chilled they become.
Friend has a Parson's Russel Terrier. Its the sweetest tempered little dog. I am going to steal him. He is so adorable.
A friends wife used to have what she thought was an adorable Jack Russel. One day, without any provocation or any reason, the fucking thing ripped her face open leaving her badly and permanently scarred. My friend who is a farmer disposed of it with his shotgun.
There is always a reason. A dog is only as good as its owner and trainer. Fact. But Foo Foo is soo sweet, he really is a lovely wee dug. I wont have a bad word said about him.
