BikeShow

Oooh this isn't good! Back from the last nightshift of the week after five days of the full on "pissholes in the snow" look, and I don't feel remotely tired. I've passed through the tiredness barrier and getting back into day mode without sleep, this isn't remotely good. I know this one, it's when I carry on regardless and run out of steam in the least convenient place and time possible, probably halfway down the M69 later on today when I'm riding down to - if you pardon the phrase - crash overnight at my mates pad in the deepest south, before setting off to Fairford Air Tattoo on Saturday morning for much anorakky propellorheaded fun. Joy!! The week at work....? Not enormously productive if I'm honest, but very useful. Out and about, doing bad things in the dark, sneaky sneaky.... there's a school of thought that says that these dry runs are as useful as hitting into something good, for reasons of practise, familiarisation with our nocturnal haunts etc. Of course this doesn't fit in with very senior management who want success every time we step out of the door. But of course, they're twats.

Made time to get to the Barton Bike Show on Wednesday..... not small; around 10,000 people there according to press accounts. Quite a pretty town actually, but literally in the shadow of the Humber Bridge. HEAVING with bikes and bikers; every pub seemed to have a barbie and there seemed to be a competition for the title of Dodgiest Tribute Band in the World.... live music and not very good live music either was order of the day. Funny, my order of the day was "for ferk's sake be quiet". Very much a truncated visit unfortunately; what with domestic stuff to do here, and worky stuff to do when the clock struck ten, I didn't get there early and didn't stay there late. But to be, be be there beats the arse, arse, arse out of the alternative, and another nice little blat down the backroads was very much in order.

Anyways, I feel this week beginning to tear at me a bit, so now's time to turn in .......