SP95E10 in France - Heads up.

I meant why didn't someone tell us there was a camera on.

I notice the follow-up, has some splendid shots of my back, and a bit
of some Champ-pussy love.


I have to say that I have absolutely no memory of that part of the
evening. Classical gas, on a 12-string? What was I thinking of?

 

@4ax.com:

Yurr there. Wasted my time with the geography lesson. The inebriated cunts
did most of the route on the motorway.

 

I followed a Guzzi Le Mans down to Le Mans, for the 24 hour one year.

I think my ears were bleeding when we got there. Or it felt like it.

 

On the first day, Preston's bike sounded quite fruity.

By the tenth day I was ready to shove it up his arse.

 

Heh. At least I was kind & waved everyone past on the motorway bits so
you didn't have to sit behind it. Still sounded lovely from where I was
sitting though.

 

Try doing the same when you're sitting in a queue at a toll booth or
something. Even sitting alongside it is fairly unpleasant.

And as for the heat...

 

You, Sir, are patently deaf.

 

I think the bit where he was standing on the bank would be worth it,
but not sure about the rest of it.

 

Just so as you don't feel all alone, I didn't know it either. In fact
only the other weekend someone was telling me about a pub where they
didn't notice the flag outside, and I was wondering what the hell they
were talking about.

 

Nor me.

 

"There is no clique"