w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

As I was driving to the airport, to collect our friends from their flight back home, the opposite carriageway was absolutely packed with motorbikes and scooters. So many that I was thinking twice about coming that way back.

'Must be a blummin' big rally somewhere' I thought.

Later that day, Bruv rang to say he'd been invited by a mate to go here on one of these. Needless to say, we're no longer on speaking terms.

In other news, my webmistress is still having some problemettes with my new template. We'd hoped to launch last week but, as with all the best-planned I.T. projects, there was some 'slippage'.

Now any advice you could give would go straight over my noddle, like a fast, flying thing, so if you can help, please do. Poor girl's spending far too much time on me.

But don't follow the second link unless:

a) you're male and are in a position to have a "Men behaving badly" 'sofa cushion' moment (as, I confess, I did); or
b) you're female and aren't prone to blushing easily (during or post coitus)

We thank you.