Yo kids, management seem to have worked out this intermail eweb thingy and the site is back up. So heres a quick update from the Mother Country. After several months of living the dream, drinking far too much alcohol and tearing my arse out on the super smooth and well maintained streets of London, its all over. Time to cash my ticket in and head back to the little island. I came, i rode, i survived. Just. If we were talkin footy, the number of hard ball gets and tackles laid is way up there. Pity none of them paid off. I left bruised but not broken, expensive cars were left with a permanent impression of me and as for the black cabs…my last shepherd came off badly. Still, riding alleycats paraletic and playing chicken with solid objects is never a good idea. So goodbye to all the cats in London, i had a hoot and Taz 25 is outta here…ya cunts
So the scorecard…
Number of drunken crashes – lots
Number of sober crashes – not many
Number of drunken crashes remembered – not many
Number of riders who windmilled the pink panther on windmill street – 3
Quarantine issues arising from Senor Hunnibell re-entering Tasmania:
– South America: ‘white powder’ contamination
– UK: ‘sudafed’ pill contamination
– USA: ‘Grass’ seed contamination
#Please wash your bike carefully prior to travel.
Haha, although it’s not the bike I’d be worried about, it’s that personal travel mirror.