Bendy

Having just visited the local quack, I'm now referred to a Physio. The back problem doesn't appear to be getting any better so, instead of the 'resting' phase I'm currently enjoying i.e. tea, Discovery Real Time and a big, soft sofa, I'm going to have to start moving again.

So, there are a couple of trips planned. First, and most gay, is the week in Scotland with cycles, Jan and a VW campervan called 'Gracie'. And second, the annual Spring trip to the Ring. Time to get the Minx out of storage, make sure things haven't siezed and hope the 3 grand I spent before Christmas is is enough to get her there and back, with a few laps while we're about it. It seems that this is going to be the biggest trip yet - 1 bike, 5 cars and 1 passenger.

By the time I've finish gadding about I'm hoping that I might have an idea of what to do next as I can't live in Solihull indefinitely.
And as I still have no idea, I think I should open it up to suggestion. I don't know if anyone is still reading this toss but, if you are, I'm interested to know what you think I should do next. Anything you think I might be good at, I'm just at a loss at the moment.

While you ponder that, here's an updated '5 things I like at the moment' (which might help with the job suggestions)

1. Video camcorders - top editing fun
2. Maltesers - big bags only
3. Cops - late-night reality TV
4. The Big Lebowski - make mine a White Russian, Dude
5. Balloons - not just for special occasions.

Big.

Snowboarding in Scotland? In March? Who'd of thought it....
It is possible and challenging, challenging in the way that if you do fall over you WILL smash your face open on a choice of huge, jaggedy rockes. It was worth the 6 hour drive there, and the locals a lot friendlier than the French.

But the best thing is the scale of the place, Scotland is huge. Mountains, lochs, sky, stags - awesome.

Thief

David Lloyd Leisure in Solihull - what a bunch of thieving cunts. Who'd have though a pathetic tennis player, only famous for a failed marriage, would have turned into a modern-day Dick Turpin but without the personality...

Half-full

Peaks and troughs, highs and lows, ups and downs. Sometimes you want to dance and sometimes just to sit at the side and watch. I guess it's just the way it is. Some say that if you don't experience the bad then you don't appreciate good times as much - but this is just arse. I just wish someone would let me knows when the lows are coming so I could stay in bed instead,

Still, at the moment the sun is shining and the birds are singing but the cat is still alive...