in brief... I took over a site half a mile from the tower fire. The Rd im working on has a police cordon. Im the new site forman. I've been on the sight 1 hour and the fire alarm gets tripped. The outgoing forman didn't have the alarm code or clients number. The fire brigade are there in minutes, very tired and not pleased. The alarm sounded for an hour before we could get it stopped. The neighbors were not happy (exaggerated no doubt by what they have just been through) nor is the client , who got off a plane this morn to text from everybody and now thinks im a cunt. Left my keys at work. Had to break in to my place..
My wife wasn't happy when I got her some of Victoria Beckham's designer underwear. "The bra's too small," she said, "and the knickers are cutting into me. Could you take them back?" "I doubt it," I replied. "David nearly caught me when I was next to the washing line"
Rode up col de petit bernard. Had lunch in italy. Overtook fucking everything. 33 in bourg st maurice. Sheeet twelvey is hot. Murdered the gorge de arly in ugine flume. Im fucked. Even my ears are tired. Loadsa beers now.
Well I met had an impromptu run out thus even lovely company and nice ride and, on the way home, probably the quickest ride I've had since I moved from the Hants posse. Still got it...
