Running on empty
Been no so much burning the candle at both ends of late, but cutting a whole in the middle of the brute and having four flames going at once.
A quick mention of my last trip south, in the constant tribute to Al Haig's 1982 shuttle diplomacy that is my life.... Popped down, then back to attend the funeral of my old mate Mosh's gran; thought it'd be good to, as I actually met and knew the lady, and Mosh and I have been knocking around so long now that I'm practically extended family. A grand lady from Grangemouth; when I first met her I understood one of about every third word she said, but enjoyed her company and they don't make 'em like that anymore. Got to the crem' first by about twenty minutes, suddenly realised I didn't actually know the old girl's name - just called her Granny L*****. Strolled through the lists and had a "brain does it's job" moment, as I realised that the first customer listed and Mosh share the same forename, albeit in M's case as a second name. Two and two together; as close as to four as to make it probably that I was in the right place; as it turned out I was. On the whole, a lot more efficient than the one I went to on the bike in 2002 when my rear brake fell to bits enroute, the other guys with the map and the only idea of where we were heading zoomed off literally miles ahead and I ended up spending the cremation going around the Bristol one way system on a crippled bike, cursing loudly.
Anyway, a good sendoff. Top padre, even if he was one of the christian variety. Turned out he rode bikes (VFR800 and an old beemer, can't fault the bloke), and actually did human before religious (invited to the family scoff afterwards; took a bread roll, chuckled and asked if anyone ordered fish; to which someone passed the water jug and asked if we could rustle up some wine); that's a rarity and not a bad thing either. Anyways up. Time came to drag my arse up the country again; a rough trip this time, rest breaks every twenty miles or so until I got to Boston and got second wind. Haven't felt this shagged out since I was regularly doing the 150 mile commute on the bike when I was seeing Hellbitch2.
A quick mention of my last trip south, in the constant tribute to Al Haig's 1982 shuttle diplomacy that is my life.... Popped down, then back to attend the funeral of my old mate Mosh's gran; thought it'd be good to, as I actually met and knew the lady, and Mosh and I have been knocking around so long now that I'm practically extended family. A grand lady from Grangemouth; when I first met her I understood one of about every third word she said, but enjoyed her company and they don't make 'em like that anymore. Got to the crem' first by about twenty minutes, suddenly realised I didn't actually know the old girl's name - just called her Granny L*****. Strolled through the lists and had a "brain does it's job" moment, as I realised that the first customer listed and Mosh share the same forename, albeit in M's case as a second name. Two and two together; as close as to four as to make it probably that I was in the right place; as it turned out I was. On the whole, a lot more efficient than the one I went to on the bike in 2002 when my rear brake fell to bits enroute, the other guys with the map and the only idea of where we were heading zoomed off literally miles ahead and I ended up spending the cremation going around the Bristol one way system on a crippled bike, cursing loudly.
Anyway, a good sendoff. Top padre, even if he was one of the christian variety. Turned out he rode bikes (VFR800 and an old beemer, can't fault the bloke), and actually did human before religious (invited to the family scoff afterwards; took a bread roll, chuckled and asked if anyone ordered fish; to which someone passed the water jug and asked if we could rustle up some wine); that's a rarity and not a bad thing either. Anyways up. Time came to drag my arse up the country again; a rough trip this time, rest breaks every twenty miles or so until I got to Boston and got second wind. Haven't felt this shagged out since I was regularly doing the 150 mile commute on the bike when I was seeing Hellbitch2.
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