Wheels that don't turn

Righto, the state of the day. By now I should be down in Ippo with a bag full of essentials for several days away; I should have dropped off the duff cylinder head at the breakers and got two hundred quid back for it; ordered a bunch of other parts for the bike; gotten more chest dope to stop me from exploding before the medico's get the chance to entertainingly shove metal and plastic into really important bits of me. I should by this hour have met up with mates, gotten some munchies, had a glass of wine and be planning my first assault of several on the Ipswich Beer Festival, enjoying a good night.

You'll notice that this is not taking place?

Thanks to the activities of a bunch of little bastards in a net cafe in Lincoln, I've spent most of the day picking up a mate's morale who's been told via hacked email account that her best mate's dead; when in fact her best mate's in college for the day and out of reach. Half the email list have gotten these notifications, all is chaos and the poor cow concerned is totally ignorant of it and comes back to mayhem and distress everywhere. Hell, my natural place in life is shoulder to lean on but the fact is these little bastards have cost me a day, and what's more a day's leave from work, and what's more a day's leave in my hometown with my old buddies whom I hardly see anyway; these days are not without value. I am frankly not pleased.

Anyway, nice to see Jules last night. A shame we didn't have anything more fun to do, but it was good to pop in anyway and I blagged a jolly nice beer, "Fursty Ferrett" or somesuch, very much worth my time. And a little further west, found another fine pub worthy of a second visit. Wonder if it's in the guide? Don't think it's going to be, serving Black Sheep bitter from a Green King IPA beerclip, and Cains from a Directors clip, but it's a nice place and they keep ale good so I'll go back there. Even if it is full of scousers. My car's missing half it's hubcaps anyway. Ay ay ay ay!!