Donnie Brasco

January 22, 2010
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“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.

 

“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.