Won a race once. AND DON'T YOU EVER FORGET IT

  • right yeah, erm, what?

    Oh look, we’re back online, w00t, hello.

    Back from Ste’s stag do in Barcelona, mental city that – a text i sent semed to sum it up quite well: “it’s mad, like a cross between Vienna and the Gaza Strip”. 3 Euros for a coke in the Irish bars though, and 10 for a goblet of beer on the pavement cafe’s. Crikey. Nontheless, notches were cranked upwards. Many notches. The Irish were outsung in their own bar (but luckily they won the match, so we left without dying), casualties were taken and the World’s Worst Bar (landlorded by jimmy hill, no less) was treated to a bit of the Brits Abroad mentality.

    hit the beach

    That’s the beach local to the hotel – not bad for a Feb morning eh?

    Next up: ride a bike, get the car booked in for it’s MOT (and find out why the dashboard doesn’t like kicking into life…and get them to check that they did a half decent job on the CV joints, cos i’m not sure they did last time). Oh and pay gordon brown hundreds for the priviledge of owning the damn thing. Thanks Gordon.

     

    1:05 pm on March 2, 2009 | 2 Comments | # |

Comments

  • mark 8:59 pm on March 2, 2009 | #

    sounds like u had a giggle!

    I’m supposed to get an interim service on my car every 6000miles and a big service every 12000 miles. It’s 200miles off a 12k service and has never seen a garage yet! – Oops!

  • dgpowell 11:16 am on March 6, 2009 | #

    it was good, i don’t think that i (or the entire city of barcelona, for that metter) will recover quickly!

    at 12k surely your car is just “nicely bedded in” 😉