On account of a small but not earth shattering cock-up regarding the new bike, I decided to bring the Black Bitch out for one final trundle, and that really is it as both my insurance and tax expire at midnight tonight and it’ll be illegal to ride her.
So instead of going back to the folks and parking her up (I’m doing that tonight) I pointed her East-wise and stopped by en route at the bike shop to procure a new motorcycle cover and ended up buying a crash helmet that looks and fits great but channels the worlds wind directly into me two lug ‘oles. For obvious reasons a helmet is non-refundable so I’ve got to deal with it. Oh well. Later on Paul from round the corner popped over for a spot of wine, IC dropped by to say hi, and the former and I played a few games of chess. Which was nice.
Things seem to be moving forward with the fucking solicitors. After paying for cunt’s dad building insurance out of my own fucking pocket (don’t ask, it was the only way to progress) and forking out some more money for some sort of indemnity insurance or something I got a call this very morning and was told, by my solicitors, that exchange was imminent. I’ve heard that one before though so I refuse to see my glass as half full.
Bollocks, though.
September 30th, 2009 at 3:12 pm
Bloody hell! Still banging on about that piece o’ shit bike o’ yours, eh? The sooner that lump of garbage is out of your life, the better. At least then we, your put-upon readership of eight lonely souls, won’t have to hear its racist name, it being referred to as ‘she’ (like it’s got a fanny) or how us non-bike riding people (i.e. sensible types who don’t fancy finding out what paraplegia’s like) don’t ‘get’ something that’s actually transparently gettable. Good riddance, I reckon. The fucker belongs in a scrap yard getting crushed up to fuck and back.
September 30th, 2009 at 3:42 pm
Gracious, what an outburst.
There’s nothing wrong with the Black Bitch (I’ll ignore your silly racist slur) she’s merely being sold-on as her brutal power works against her when faced with the knotted traffic found in her home city of that London. Engines such as hers need space to move.
Of course, if I lived in your neck of the woods she’d be ideal for swerving around donkey’s, wooden carts, mumbling straw-chewing yokels and hammer wielding sex cases.
October 1st, 2009 at 8:45 am
For a start, ‘Black Bitch’ is racist. Secondly, idiots give inanimate objects names – idiots and appalling student girls who’ve just bought their first Volkswagen Beetle. Thirdly, it’s a bike, not a woman. Referring to it as ‘she’ makes you sound retarded. Fourthly, I live in a city, not rural Dorset. Fifthly, the Ripper operated in West Yorkshire. Suggesting he killed whores in my neck of the woods shows your ignorance of both history and geography.
Oh, and there’s no apostrophe in ‘donkeys’. Ever considered learning how plurals work? Or ‘plural’s’ as you’d no doubt say.
October 1st, 2009 at 10:47 am
How can it be racist? In the eye of the beholder perhaps. The bike is black, and in time honoured tradition vehicles are referred to as female, as well you know you young upstart.
You don’t live in a city, London is a city, you live in a slightly larger than normal village. And don’t you try and make it sound otherwise with all this West and South nonsense; he was called the Yorkshire Ripper not the ‘Specifically Engaging in Murder to the West of the County of Yorkshire Ripper’
And when are you going to get over this pathological obsession with apostrophes? It’s so, well, pithy.
November 7th, 2010 at 8:03 pm
is it true that what have you say in your post ?