If you do see him, do not approach as he is armed and dangerous.

Thank you for your attention in this matter.

Fuck off!

Pimp my Trabant baby!

Note the alloy wheels and the lowered suspension (which has probably given out due to old age)
And pay particular attention to the mean looking headlights.

Pure automotive class, Jeremy Clarkson would love it.

Ahem.

And of course anyone else who cares to look.

This was one of the two dogs in the turkish Coffee bar in Budapest. See Shipscooks blog for all the details. It was at the tomb of the only turk still held in high regard, as he introduced roses to the country.

Just back from a wander round the town – London is sparkling in the bright sunlight and things are looking good. Mooched past all the guitar shops in Denmark Street and tried not to dribble. Went down Charring Cross Road and turned into Shaftsbury avenue – the smells coming out of China town were making my mouth water.

I was heading towards Piccadilly Circus and had to navigate my way round a gaggle of dawdling tourists. In doing so I got a bit too close to one of those big metal ticket machines that now lurk near bus stops. As I swerved around them and passed close to this machine my left shoulder hit the very thick and hard metal lip that juts out at the top, which hit my shoulder right on the very top bony part (the socket for my arm bone I imagine)

CRACK!

Fuck it hurt – I was in bright warm sunlight and my whole body went cold! I am amazed I didn’t let out a little girly scream. Two minutes down the road and my head was still feeling a bit light and my body still felt cold. Bugger that.

But I managed to walk on in a manly fashion, all the time thinking, “Shit, do not flake out in public! Do not flake out in public!”

Still I am pleased to tell you all is fine now.

OK I know you don’t care but I have to write about something don’t’ I?

In other news,……….

Well nothing really.

The friggin bosses are in here AGAIN today!

nothing like coming in and seeing your bosses boss sitting at a desk first thing to lift the spirits.

So might have to keep my head down a bit.

Bugger.

Had a very nice evening round at S&F's and Mr S knocked out a goulash of his own creation, which worked rather well. That's why he purchased that hugarian paprika in the gift shop at the airport, it was not just an excuse for him and I to hang out in there for a few minutes gazing at the truley lovely hungarian girl on the till, with those slinky hips, high cheekbones and amazing, erm, front sections. Not at all.

Saw something rather shocking yesterday on the way home - Dennis Norden in a pair of JEANS! blimey it looked odd.

Anyway.

Later you good people.