Strange day

A different day today.... a small drama or two. Due to the surgery on the car that's happened today, I shoved the dead beast out of the way and pushed the now resurrected two wheeled Mile Eater back on the road. Huzzah! Started with a flourish, mounted up and off I went. For about three quarters of a mile, where the engine died showing signs of fuel starvation. Of which more later. Soddit. Immediately phoned the Fun Factory to tell them I was going to be late; they said there were things happening, I was needed, they'd dispatch a car. Nice to be wanted.

So onto work, quickly get into ship boarding gear and off for the business of the day, a little bit of manly lurking on the end of a radio, and then off to have a poke around a frieghter. It's on my way to this that we have a little bit of an ooops.... turns out the road I'm driving on crosses another, and there's a couple of worn invisible things where there used to be stop lines. So over I sail at some speed, focussing on where I think the crossroads actually is, which is about fifty yards from where it was.... and there's a Scania artic' standing on his brakes ten yards from my passenger side door, and another doing exactly the same about ten yards from my right ear. A bit of a fruity experience that one. Made more so by the fact that my boss is a mask of terror in the passenger seat. Oh well. So; the ship promptly has the things done to it that we need to do to it. And everyone back to the office for tea, ginger beer and medals. Jolly wheeze!

Back to a fixed car. Yay! Oh, and the bike? The fuel starvation? Sabotage. Some little bastard has cut my feeder pipe and half inched the petrol out of it. Theiving little scrote. Hope it rots his skin off.