A day at the seaside

Went down to Brighton today, by train due to hay fever, to visit my Mum in hospital. The train down was full of East Europeans and so were the Brighton buses. They almost have a uniform - tight white T shirts and jeans with both sexes wearing a sprinkling of gold on their clothing. Never see a Brit knowingly wearing sparkly bits. By contrast the bus stops featured the indigenous daytime population in their tank tops, washed out tattoos and the obligatory inbred Pit bull derived dog straining on a thick lease. Gonna be trouble sooner or later. All this made me realise that as much as I despise the smarmy Tory boy with £150 million inhereted property folio Cameron and his grovelling toady the Quisling Clegg there actually is one change for the better that I like. No one is shoving Blair's political correctness down our throats any longer. No more does every news bulletin contain an ethnic minority featurette. Also BBC news chicks are flashing cleavage and thighs again. Someone somewhere must have been forcing them to wear all enveloping frumpy shit. A comic moment the other morning was when some non football aware Jock tart was whining about the lack of coverage of the Scots . Let me explain it simply. The useless cunts did not qualify,again, dear. So well done the coalition for toning down propaganda but enjoy your time up there while you can Clegg. When this government finishes so will the Lib Dems. How can they discredit the Tories in a future election when they have been party to everyhing they have done and will do ?
Clegg is living proof that the only reason to be in politics is to be in power. Staunch Lib Dems will never forgive him for his sell out and the next election will see him and his party vapourise. Then we had all better keep our heads down as the Tories run riot feeding the rich and starving the poor with no constraints on them.
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A Farewell to NAMs ?

On Sunday we turned up at NAM to meet up with Mikey and his GS Adventure. He was glum about how his training is going. It's the same problem you get with football referees he's finding. Same rules but their application varies. I found the same thing during my training. Anyway he went off with his observer and Ethel tagged along behind a trainee, his observer and another bloke just out for a ride. Straightaway I noticed how much I have toned down my riding since the NAM days. Charging into blind country bends is now out as we always make up speed everywhere else. Also watching yet more people on the centre line on blind bends in town made me back off to stay out of the way of body parts. Of course all this could be the doing of the trainee, oops associate, but no way were we going where he went. He did enjoy a long debrief at the end of the ride so maybe it was him. The great news is that despite this it is great to ride with NAM/IAM riders as we all ride the same quick way and never do anything stupid, unlike every other group I have ever ridden with.
But for us I think it has had its time - it is a school and unless you are training you start to wonder what am I doing here ?
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IOM Manx GP 2010

Discovered that our couriers can deliver my huge bage of camping gear to the site and pick it up at the end. Gotta be the way to go - just need to make sure someone will be there to sign for it the other end.
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