Friday, 30 March 2012

Making the best of the warm weather

 The weather has been unfeasibly warm for days and I still don't have my bike back; I've been even more grumpy than usual, so I decided to take a few days off work, hire a bike and ride around aimlessly to cheer myself up. Hired this Kawasaki Versys, which is a bit small for me but goes well enough.

Yesterday I rode southwest and ended up at Beaulieu national motor museum in the New Forest, it all looked impossibly quaint and picturesque in the sunshine. Spent some time wandering around then rode back. Neck muscles ache like hell, the legacy of four months without riding the bike. Off today on more aimless riding - in fact I intend to keep this up throughout the weekend, neck muscles permitting!

My first scooter was one of these - different paint scheme tho'

My first car - 1961 Mini

Looking down on the museum from the monorail

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

I may be biased, but I found this amusing...

A recent scientific study found that women find different male faces attractive depending on where they are in their menstrual cycle.

For example, when a woman is ovulating, she will prefer a man with rugged, masculine features.

However, when she is menstruating, she prefers a man doused in petrol and set on fire, with scissors stuck in his eye and a cricket stump shoved up his backside.

Monday, 5 March 2012

Best laid plans and all that...

It's been a strange couple of weeks - I set off to darkest Derby to visit a man who said he could fix my hands (my old doctor in Paris who I last visited has now retired), travelling first class on British rail (advance ticket £40, bargain!). I booked a hotel, return journey and 10 days off work to recover, only for said Doctor to tell me he couldn't do anything, and that I needed surgery, and he could recommend a place 10 miles from home. So I got the next train home, didn't fancy the delights of Derby on a wet Wednesday.

So while I was trying to decide whether to go back to work or take advantage of a little holiday, LF turned up on the thing lead to another and a couple of days later found the two of us flying to Portugal for a short break. Now I probably should have thought this through beforehand, but to embark on a 10 day holiday with a women you've broken-up with twice in the last 6 months isn't the best of ideas. This truth dawned on me on the first day while walking around Lisbon. Old town with narrow cobbled streets full of smells and sounds - is this romantic (European idea) or just another old town that needs pulling down and replacing with new skyscrapers (South American mind-set)? It went downhill from there. We hired a car and went to Sintra - lovely old castle or pile of rocks? Drove down to the Algarve - quaint fishermans villages with sandy beaches or ....? I'm sure you've got the picture. We did find a lovely hotel up in the mountains with a Spa where they gave a fantastic room, breakfast included and free massage for the princely sum of 40 Euros, but even this wasn't enough to stop the moaning. So I booked another flight and came home early, back to work to the suprise of all my work colleagues. Ah well, another experience to add to the filing cabinet of life. Portugal was nice though, I'll probably go back there (alone), hopefully on the Triumph if Sandy ever finishes it.

Lisbon view

Moorish castle

Trams move so slow the graffiti artists are in heaven

Police vehicles

Problem with pigeons?

Sintra castle

Transport options


Not bad for 40 Euros