More Amazons and other stuff

Allreet folks, still no word on me getting an entry for the World Supersport in Portugal, which is a bugger, because I was looking forward to that. Oh well, thanks to George I’ve not been short of riding, because I’ve been doing regular classic trials on his old Tiger Cub. I even managed a win a couple of weeks ago in clubman class. It was only thanks to the advice from old hands Garry, James and George though. Ta very much lads.

I had to have another day off yesterday, but it’s not every day you get to go to Paris to interview MotoGP rider George Lorenzo. What a boy, if you get next month’s PB mag you’ll learn a bit more. He was not quite what I was expecting. Very ,very professional, and another Tarantino fan. I wouldn’t have had him down as a Nirvana fan though. What do you reckon?

Now then, Volvo Amazon’s (like the one with the roof chop on this post). OK, it’s not a Transit, but will be more reliable than fancy English-built cars. Proper. See more mint Amazon’s at Red Torpedo’s own new blog.

The Squirrel and The Grasshopper

My mate Ed sent me this story…

The Squirrel and The Grasshopper

REST OF THE WORLD VERSION
The squirrel works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building and improving his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he’s a fool, and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.

Come winter, the squirrel is warm and well fed. The shivering grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.
THE END

THE BRITISH VERSION
The squirrel works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.

The grasshopper thinks he’s a fool, and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.

Come winter, the squirrel is warm and well fed.
A social worker finds the shivering grasshopper, calls a press conference and demands to know why the squirrel should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others less fortunate, like the grasshopper, are cold and starving.
The BBC shows up to provide live coverage of the shivering grasshopper; with cuts to a video of the squirrel in his comfortable warm home with a table laden with food.

The Daily Mail informs people that they should be ashamed that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so while others have plenty.

The Green Party, Greenpeace, Animal Rights and The Grasshopper Social Housing Commission demonstrate in front of the squirrel’s house.

The BBC, interrupting a cultural festival special with breaking news, broadcasts a multi cultural choir singing ‘We Shall Overcome’.

A socialist rants in an interview with Andrew Marr that the squirrel got rich off the backs of grasshoppers, and calls for an immediate tax hike on the squirrel to make him pay his ‘fair share’ and increases the charge for squirrels to enter the congestion zone in London .

In response to pressure from the media, the Government drafts the Economic Equity and Grasshopper Anti Discrimination Act, retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The squirrel’s taxes are reassessed. He is taken to court and fined for failing to hire grasshoppers as builders, for the work he was doing on his home, and an additional fine for contempt when he told the court the grasshopper did not want to work.

The grasshopper is provided with a Social Housing Commission house, financial aid to furnish it and an account with a local taxi firm to ensure he can be socially mobile. The squirrel’s food is seized and re-distributed to the more needy members of society – in this case the grasshopper.

Without enough money to buy more food, to pay the fine and his newly imposed retroactive taxes, the squirrel has to downsize and start building a new home.

The local authority takes over his old home and utilises it as a temporary home for asylum seeking cats who had hijacked a plane to get to Britain as they had to share their country of origin with mice.

On arrival they tried to blow up the airport because of the British apparent love of dogs.

The cats had been arrested for the international offence of hijacking and attempted bombing but were immediately released because the police fed them pilchards instead of salmon whilst in custody.

Initial moves to make then return them to their own country were abandoned because it was feared they would face death by the mice.

The cats devise and start a scam to obtain money from people’s credit cards.

A Newsnight special shows the grasshopper finishing up the last of the squirrel’s food, though spring is still months away, while the Housing Commission house he is in, crumbles around him because he hasn’t bothered to maintain it. He is shown to be taking drugs.

Inadequate government funding is blamed for the grasshopper’s drug ‘Illness’.

The cats seek recompense in the British courts for their treatment since arrival in Britain .

The grasshopper gets arrested for stabbing an old dog during a burglary to get money for his drug habit. He is imprisoned but released immediately because he has been in custody for a few weeks. He is placed in the care of the probation service to monitor and supervise him.

Within a few weeks he has killed a guinea pig in a botched robbery.

A commission of enquiry, that will eventually cost £10 million and state the obvious, is set up.

Additional money is put into funding a drug rehabilitation scheme for grasshoppers.

Legal aid for lawyers representing asylum seekers is increased.

The asylum seeking cats are praised by the government for enriching Britain ’s multicultural diversity and dogs are criticised by the government for failing to befriend the cats.

The grasshopper dies of a drug overdose.

The usual sections of the press blame it on the obvious failure of government to address the root causes of despair arising from social inequity and his traumatic experience of prison.

They call for the resignation of a minister.

The cats are paid £1 million each because their rights were infringed when the government failed to inform them there were mice in Britain .

The squirrel, the dogs and the victims of the hijacking, the bombing, the burglaries and robberies have to pay an additional percentage on their credit cards to cover losses, their taxes are increased to pay for law and order, and they are told that they will have to work beyond 65 because of a shortfall in government funds.

THE END!!

As sharp as a marble

As sharp as a marble, as thick as mince or as green as I am cabbage looking, that’s me. Not the sharpest tool in the box. But, as we where out biking in the Peaks on Sunday, with the guidence of Sponge, Lindsey and Stella, we came across the house of the bloke who invented the widget. It’s something to do with beer tins and giving good head, but whatever it is, it’s made him a quid or two, so he’s obviously not quite as thick as cart grease. Whenever I go to Yorkshire I always coming back a bit wiser.

The farmer’s daughter is now the wrong side of 30, or is that the right side? Whatever side, it was a night out for the farmers and wannabe farmers like me. I reckon the Southern food thing is catching on up here, well it had that night. There was a lot of plate and not a lot of food, nice though. I had to top up with skinheads on a raft when I got home. Happy birthday lass.

Been getting an ear bending for not getting around to Paddy’s to sign those replica lids. Sorry, but it’s been murder at work and barrow jobs, a 30-hour day would cure the job.

I’ll get the calendar up next week. The first race is end of March in Portugal (as long as I get an entry), then mountain biking in Wales, the Cookstown  and Thruxton. Or that’s the plan. It’ll be gospel next week.

Donnie Brasco

“Forget about it,” said in an Italian-American accent, sounds like that famous line from the film Donnie Brasco. I’m not one for shedding tears at films, but if I was to, the end of that film would be the one.

This was all set off by a visit at work yesterday A couple of lads from a really arty motorcycle magazine from Italy came. They were really trendy lads, doing some arty stuff with the three of us (me, Dad and our Stewart) in the truck garage. Now, nine times out of ten, an interview to me consists of a similar set of questions, how fast does it go? When am i going to win a TT? Does racing scare you? What’s the current price of fish? So as you can tell it doesnt take long for me to get bored. This interview couldn’t have been any different. IT went along the lines of  ‘How many women have i shagged? Do I believe in God? Do i like sex? And what is my favorite film? It just happend that Mareno doing the interview was on the same wavelength, and that’s where the “forget about it” got brought up. If you havent seen Donnie Brasco get a look.

So it was an educational day.

Other business, Jon Urry was telling me that a donkey can see all of it’s four feet while looking forward, and it’s all to do with Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution. I’ll explain later.

Do you think i should make a point of doing a blog every week, or is random better?

Oh, and I had a day or two in Spain last week. I thought southerners made a song and dance about a bit of snow, well, not in the same league as the Spaniards. I honestly thought that some sort of nuclear armageddon had taken place. Oh no, just a touch of snow.

EVO

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Guy is in the latest issue of the car magazine, EVO talking about his new motor. Lovely photos.

2010

Now then folks, happy new year to you all. Thanks a million for keeping an eye on the site. I know I’m a bit slack on putting stuff up, but I go with the less is more motto, don’t you reckon? Anyway, good bit of weather, eh? I love a bit of snow, good job I live near a load of tractors. Could have a done with one tonight thinking of it. I was driving back from biking when I got the old Transit stuck. I thought it was going to end in tears when some lads in a Discovery gave me a shove out, so ta very much. Leaving yee old faithful on the side of a ditch would have broken my heart. Just wait till they get a bit of snow down in London, oh, more tea vicar?

Right, I’ve got a fair idea of what races I’m doing this year, a fair bit more motorbike racing than last year with stuff like a World Supersport race, more Irish road racing and a big push as usual at the three international road races, all that coupled with a sprinkling of random stuff, along the lines of Megavalanch again, a whopping 200km cross country mountain bike race in Austria, hopefully the 12-hour mower race and a bit of tightrope walking. As soon as i get a plan sorted ill get it stuck up.

cheers

Replica lids

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Guy has linked up with Madboy Media to offer a limited run of exact replicas of his 2008 AGV GP-Tech. Each one is handpainted by Paddy, who painted all Guy’s 2008 and 2009 race helmets.

Due to the length of time it takes to paint each one, there will only be 50 available worldwide and each will be painted to order and individually signed and numbered by Guy. Sponsors stickers are optional.

To put your name on the waiting list just e-mail: jane@madboymedia.co.uk

You’ll be notified with your helmet number and the date your helmet will be ready.

The helmets retail at £850 plus £25 P&P

A deposit of £450 is required upon reservation and the outstanding balance is required upon completion of the helmet, before posting.

The first helmet (1/50) is scheduled to be auctioned for charity at the Irish Racer Awards Ceremony in Belfast on January 15th, 2010.

Killing in the name of…

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My mum always says ‘If you havent got owt nice to say, don’t say owt at all’. But I do think there is a time and a place for such goings on, and here it is.

X factor, whats it all about? Not sure myself, but it’s getting rammed down our throats left right and centre. If it’s not on the Ten ‘o’ Clock news, it’s on Steve Wright in the Afternoon about how we are faced with the new Elvis or John Lennon. My arse! is answer to that. Time will tell if they are going to be the next big thing, but what’s the chances, eh?

I’m sure the singers are lovely folk, but not for me, ta very much. So to get the message across  – to matey boy with his trousesrs around his nipples and that fit bird – that their stuff is a load of bollocks, go and buy one of my all time favourite singles. I’m going on good infomation from Jay at the Hein Gericke store in Cheltenham that if we buy enough of Rage Against The Machine’s single ‘Killing in the name of’, it will be at number one instaed of that X factor nonsense. He reckons its in the lead at the mo’. I’ve bought a few. The future I think.

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