What a week so far, gone from home to Park Royal to Islington to Stoke Newington and now Wimbledon Been cursed by the common dwelling beelzebubs that are the wombles by meeting my sis for a sandwich at lunch and opting for the roll covered in olives. Those bloody wombles cursed me and I have been tasting the vile olives with their annoying theme tune in my head ever since I left Tower Bridge & saw the sign for Wimbledon, bastards.!
The bike is back in one piece as a garden ornament and even the promise of full on hospitality at Cheltenham this Friday cant take my mind away from it...... AARRGGGGHHHHHHHH I want two fucking wheels for the summer and im pissed of with myself for jumping the gun.
Maybe a few small £10 punts at the races will somehow magic me the finds for the sportster. My OCD brain is going to explode.
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