what's in a friendship

Some would say there is nothing at all, it all comes naturally. you can do a favour without wish for repayment mend a broken tap or even go for lunch.

When those friends continually fall back on their word you think to yourself... why bother.
It's hard enough as is right now without those who claim to support you not coming through on things they have clearly stated they would do.

like everyone out there i don't need you people in my life.
Im happier now ive removed these so called friends from my side. everything will be fine.
now for some sleeps before work in the morning.

Llandegla... Mud Monkeys Revenge

Hi all,

Back from another great day out at LLandegla with the boys and our bikes... Mud Monkeys had their revenge. Col, Paddy and me rocked the casbah out in north wales. It rained, winds blew, mud went everywhere yet cherubesque faces remained silly smiley. Copius cups of tea, bacon butties and choccy cake rounded off the afternoon before loading up the Volvo to drive home.

Wish i could be there every weekend... From the pic im sure you can guess how muddy we all were back at the centre.

Im knackered yet in high spirits as its back to work tommorrow, college in the eve then home in time for bed... Some Music to chill by for now. It shall be a grand week.

RIP Whitey ...

What a wonderful day!

Well im now thirty three, as of 06:30 this morning the time i was born, and have had a great, great day. My wonderful friend joined me this morn for a wander through the shops, streets, stations and cafes of liverpool. We lunched like kings, talked like we had been apart years whilst all the time thoroughly enjoying time together.

Day's like this give a person the reason to understand, a place to start again from, hope for a future along with a wonderful day out.

You know who you are. Im eternally grateful my dear friend. x

All i have to say tonight is...

Maya Angelou 1928- . STILL I RISE.
' You may write me down in history, with your bitter twisted lies.'
' You may trod me in the very dirt, But still, like dust, I'll rise.'

Wise Words..

" Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast... Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. " Romeo and Juliet (1.1.197)

random pics...

A few pics from Paddy taken over the summer, yes i did get off mid-air again !!

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Found this and really liked it...

Check out the latest vid farther down the page.... i've nearly wet myself laughing out loud!!

Apples

Well five large apples has made me feel quite sick, although i ate one large kebab at lunchtime four bananas at breakfast.... and a partridge in a pear tree


haha

Bonfire Night and all that...

Well November 5th here in the UK resounds to explosion, fire, treason and plot.
Just spent an hour outside wandering by numerous bonfires surrounded by local children grinning to the fires rage. Fireworks dominate the sky. Some intermittently shock you exploding close by others become more like flowers in the distant black sky. Ever more georgous against a matt background.

It's my first year in 20-odd where ive not gone to or organised a display.
This is not a problem as locals here certainly know how to light the sky with fireworks.

I love this time of year.

Update...

It's about time i hear you say....
while on the bus home from college late monday night...
Im sitting quietly reading a horror novel when after a lurching rain soaked old man, probably around his late 70's plants down firmly next to me. Im wrapped up with my book when turning pages he says clearly

Old Man "It can all change in a few days.. "
Me "Sorry mate, what was that?? "
Old Man "Whoever this girl is, the way yer lookin out the window lad. Seen it all before.
Y'love 'er. Im sure it will work out for yer lad. Don't worry about me i've ad a few bevvies"
Me "No worries mate, sound advice there."

The next paragraph i read on now thinking backwards again. Looking at faces through a mirror bathed in darkness. Some appear sillouhette like others vibrant many snapshots photographic intensity giving brief glimpses of past glories.
I leave the bus stepping into cold, crisp air. Pull up my collar while trudging through autumn leaves below my feet. I watch the leaves. I drift.
Back to when it was sorted, all ahead of me. Then it went so quickly my head span akin to a fighter plane descending to earth with its pilot struggling break clear of his doomed cockpit. The earth growing ever larger in his periphery until blackness envelops. The only brief sound is crashing, tearing metal before nothing.

Rain lightly dusts my beenie. 'God it's cold' i mutter loudly. There is no ear close to hear my words only buildings, roads, parked cars until my gaze falls upon a small black cat sheltering underneath a recently parked car. I know it's not been here long as heat issues from the bonnet as i labour past. Cigarette in hand i stoop below inches away from the heat seeking feline. It leans it head to the left regarding me with young innocent eyes, I rise, tears begin to swell with unbearable honesty with the heat seaking feline staring into my soul so innocently. I draw long expelling a foul tasting cloud into the night air. 'gotta give these up' muttering quietly to nothing.

The old man is right something can change quickly. Without knowing the circumstance of any given situation we can all hope beyond hope for that turning to come around. However this, for me at least, will not be the case. At the start it did change quickly my heart sang, sumersaulted, wheelied down the road coming back refreshed again.

I still hope after this old mans slightly drunken sentiment. Only a few people out there this would make any sense too. But hey had to get it out.

The old man was spot on the book just distracted me from staring out into the rainsoaked liverpool night.

See you all soon.

Thanks.

One of these wonderful machines saved my Grandad all those years ago in turn saving me. Photography by John Dibbs.

To all those who serve(d) to protect us i give thanks despite officially being a few days off November 11th.

For more information IWM Duxford http://duxford.iwm.org.uk/

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Work Smurk and where did i put my life handbook..

Pic title: 'Appearing Offline' - will make sense later i promise.



I've a large Smurk upon my face after getting another job to pay for college.
Read through Living Dead Girl's post this morning nearly falling out of my skin. She dreamt of a house fire whilst there was a house fire in full effect just up the road from where i sit now. Spooky as hell... although probably nothing in it??

Tonights big thing is research for this page, i've tonnes of ideas formulating which require some background running about. There are things i'd like to get up here yet haven't decided which ones just yet. Thanks to the Forum whose banner im still stuggling to get up here! sorry im having a dumb day...

Back to work in a week and already im wondering what i will do without endless hours to potter around - even though the benefit of even more money draws me out of my shell - its only selling mobile phones to people. Hardly rocket science. Keeps me in college to study till next year with exams due for payment january. Still im feeling empty about working in such a job. After x amount of years working to support others acheive things im somewhat confused as what i'm supposed to be doing to sort myself out. Strange Hey!

If only we all had a 'lifebook' (Copywright me) by which nattily entitled chapters guide each user through myriad minefields of love, happiness, joy, pain etc. Maybe there is a niche for my to plow a worthwhile furrow. Im hating being single right now since im not too good at it.

My new stalker, (someone ive let down nicely last night. She had asked whether i'd go out with her. I declined following my recent relationship.), had within the space of 10 minutes messaged me on both MSN, FaceF**k etc to talk before demanding where i was when i had not replied. Im now being cheeky living under the radar of 'Appear Offline' . Where do some people get off with things like this, im just annoyed about the whole thing to be honest im now having to go offline to avoid anymore unwanted messages, am i being cowardly - discuss. Still it makes me think and i hope ive not behaved like that to anyone else ;). So thought i catch up and throw it down here. haha

The rest of today involved all of the usual stuff. Tommorrow is moving house day.. at last.

Where did i put that life handbook...

Phew, what a sunday.

Had to get out and ride as the say. It rocked.

Travelled out to north wales for a riding centre instead to the usual hills and valleys. Just for the ease of transport etc. Got so filthy it was amazing as usual just what was needed to blow some of the cobwebs away.

Only problem was my camera refused to work so had no chance to take some cool pics whilst the weather held out. (it held out to the very second i'd opened the car door to leave.) plenty of lovely sunshine in the brittle air and vista's to die for. Yet the damn camera was not playing today.

Fell off farting around then hung my head as other riders coolly went passed sniggering... that was until my fitness told over there's with me sailing past them all before the end of the ride. And one particular bugger on this brand new £3k bike walking back having broke it haha there was me on this ten yr old hardtail too... Ah what a day.

Monday's job interview went quite well. Fingers crossed. College just as well although people were wondering why i happened to be dressed up in the monkey suit lol. Ah well im off for some well deserved sleep. The pic up there is from a previous ride for you all to love :) . G'night all.

Whoa what a day....

06:45 this morning i arose sluggishly to prepare myself for work. Well you can all call it work but i get paid to stand around watching Everton play (depending upon your opinion) whilst laughing heartily at the many strange souls that shuffle along each home game for the cauldron of the Gwladys St stand.

Manchester United.

Premiership and European champions were todays visitors.

We feared a mauling.

A wet saturday afternoon mauling would further enhance a gloom laden attitude displayed by the hard bitten fans whilst I searched their bags for illegal contraband. Illegal you say well stuff that could be thrown at Wayne Rooney - former prodigy infamous for leaving the club under a considerable cloud - Funny enough we had to confiscate bottle tops yet allow the fans to enter with the bottles... hmmmm go figure that. fans could take mobile phone, makeup and even umbrellas in. Yet not bottle tops... my mind is still boggled.

The game started well, then dipped dramatically. Utd scored. The nature of the crowd within my stand became pure hatred. Hitler would have gotten cheered to the rafters in comparison.

Half time beckoned and the usual race to consume began. Second half Everton tear into the visitors eventually scoring a great headed goal and narrowly missing the chance to win the game! a great turnaround. The chant aimed at the venerable rooney brought tears of laughter.. it was something along the lines of " your just a fat fucking wanker ".. original indeed.

On the return home with my sis driving we compared stories since she works on another stand. That song also cheered her up on what was a dismal day weather wise.



What a day! a point at home finally with Bolton away coming up next wednesday night.

Come on you Blues.



Tommorrow im out in the hills getting dirty.... Yeah Baby

What now ...

How would you mend it i ask myself. through honest toil, steadfast devotion, or large scale actions - likes of which 'graced' gallipoli or the somme - anyhow im out of ideas. All of these have now been followed.

What now indeed. I fear for the future.

Friday Nights

Chocolate Filled dohnuts,

My fave pic!

Taken up in the hills during a glorious sunny ride over the summer.

The Tattoo

Ive a large Tribal tatto on my bike which has special significance for me. As a keen mountain biker of some twenty years now one of my idols growning up was Jason Mcroy. Unfortuntaly Jase met an untimely death whilst out riding his Harley. http://www.jasonmcroy.com/jmc/index.php Follow the link for the whole story.

In tribute to this i had the work done with the detailing within the main work an off the cuff idea from the tattooist steve. It was a very proud day indeed.

This is my first, certainly not the last, inkage for me. The rest will follow next year once the madness of christmas is out of the way.

for those interested here is one of the pics...

Bugger

Well today had been great fun so far.... set up the new computers, network and periperals. Then got to work on a new blog...(ostv.blogspot.com).... and promptly forgot what email address/password id used.
Been chatting with friends whilst downloading wonderful software updates between cups of coffee and toast.
I think im about to go completly mad where another password to fall out of my head into the floor and be lost. Still it's like christmas come early with all these new things to play with.

Sooooo here is another stab... nattily titled methinks.

Whoops.....