Singleman Christmas

Well, it's 3:30am in the morning and I can't sleep. I'm swimming in 3hrs time so no point in trying to force sleep, it's the last day at work before the Christmas break I've got my chrimbotica Christmas jumper and am all set so don't know why I can't sleep. Well I probably do but don't won't to admit it-yet. I'm writing this post but my mind is more on my next one, the title is going to be 'Christmas sex v everyday sex', I have theory for 'kin everything. Off to make a quick flat white! Mmmmm love coffee most in the morning!,

So, a week ago I was asked to go round a friends house to 'help' them with their Christmas decorations. I was warned that it was a chaotic affair with lots to drink and eat with family, friends and boyfriends all adding to the 'Christmas spirit'! As usual, I rode down to decompress at the end of the week hmmmmm, the usual excuse. My first job was to help my friend get the decorations down from the loft , hundreds of black bags littered the floor full of all sorts of mysteries, not really difficult. But then, the children arrive, the boss starts to input and the 'Christmas spirit' really starts and mainly consists of:
1. Really, really questionable music
2. Arguments
3. Rearrangement of decorations
4. Arguments
5. Dodgy music
6. Repeat repeat repeat

Until, eventually, several hours later this!

Then, the boyfriends arrived, family friends arrived, food served and home made cider demolished and there is dancing, weird singing, tall tales, sloppy hugs and then even sloppier goodbyes.

I cycled home, again not feeling any pain and started on my decorations which consists of taking my knitted Christmas tree out of its bag and plugging in the lights.


Until, eventually, several seconds later this!

I don't know  which Christmas experience was the best, but I did learn one thing. My friends homemade cider tastes lovely but is absolutely fukin potent! I woke up the following day, went to go for a ride only to find I'd ridden home with two punctures without knowing and actually it wasn't morning but afternoon. Forget the Christmas spirit, it's Christmas cider for me from now on!!

Next post-the sex post!!!

1969 Led Zep

Just remembered that I was going to write about a weird connection I made when riding into Mordor a while back, when I clipped a little dog.

I must have been 5 year old, possibly younger. I can remember the day really well. My uncle was at university and he had just returned home for the Christmas break and he had brought home loads of records that he used to play there. On this day he shared some with me and it was when I can first remember hearing electric guitar and it was awesome-all the classics, including Led Zep.

Later that evening my dad suggested going to the off licence to buy a few bottles of beer for him and his brother. Well, my dad was a cop and he used to ride a huge black police bicycle and he used to let me sit on the crossbar, feet on the down tube with my hand on the bars, used to love it. The thing had dyno powered front and rear lights. The front casting a waxy yellow glow that barely reached to the ground.

After picking up the beer we rode home. My dad decided to take a short cut over some rough ground that included a down hill bit. Here's what I had always remembered. We were riding downhill, I had an itchy wool jumper on, I could hear the beer bottles clinking in a blue shopping bag. The next thing I remember was the bike hitting something solid, being thrown over the bars into the air long enough to think before hitting the ground. I remember my dad swearing, me landing on the bag of bottles and a really blurry image/outline of something creamy white. My dad asked if I was alright, was the beer alright and I asked if we had just seen a ghost. I still remember dad not having an answer which was really unlike him.


Really spooked me all my life, not knowing what we hit despite having an image of something until the ride the other day, I really had no idea what we had hit. The Led Zep link is because my uncle was playing Ramble On when we got in. Well, as my mind was wandering during the ride I described the other day, the memory of the mystery ride with my dad came storming back into my mind - when I
hit the dog. Then, hey presto, there in my mind was the missing piece. A golden retriever. The creamy solid object that we had hit, was a golden retriever. I can now see it as clear as day! Weird how the incident, images and music caused me to fill in a missing mental jigsaw piece. Weird!

Tried to upload a pic but my machine has just shit the bed! So:
Reading: Neal Asher Polity Series
Listening to: Mitch Laddie Band
Learning: Limelight guitar solo