Sunday, 11 June 2017

My Dream Updated

Well, June has arrived and my dream has not. Reason? The new job I have has its start date set for September, so the funds I thought would be available for the bike in this month are simply not there.

In actual fact, this has given me time to sit back and look around at the current market place for the style of motorbike I desire, and I'm glad I did as I've found something different - in a way - that I've not set my sights on. It's another in-line four motorcycle made by Benelli, an Italian motorcycle manufacturer with 100 years of experience behind them. Another plus is price. The model I'm looking at is almost £4,000 less. Granted, its engine is 300cc smaller, but in fairness the Kawasaki is a rocket on wheels, and would most likely put me in a situation where my safety could be at risk.

So the new choice of bike is the Benelli BN 600i (shown below), but as to when I'll get it remains up in the air at the present time due to the lateness of the new job start date - riding a fast two wheeler in autumn with the winter soon to close in is not my idea of good biking weather. For me, to enjoy such a bike, I'm looking toward the drier, warmer months.Fair weather rider? Aye, I suppose so, but I'd like to live long enough to enjoy the bike beyond its run-in period ;)

Saturday, 22 April 2017

My Dream - Z900

The last time I owned a motorcycle was back in the late 80s and the damn thing was stolen, never to be seen again. That day I vowed never to bother with motorbikes again.

Fast foward to the present day and the motorcycle bug has bitten me - HARD. So I'm sharing the official Kawasaki video of the bike I intend to get. Not to everyone's taste, granted, but I just love Kawasaki bikes and the Z900 calls to my biking soul. Hopefully I'll be able to update on this in June  ;)

Monday, 27 February 2017

Bill Paxton

Terribly sad news about the passing of one of my favourite actors, Bill Paxton, probably best known for his iconic role as Hudson in 'Aliens '. He is going to be greatly missed, and my heart-felt sympathy goes out to his family and close friends.

I'll leave this post with a fitting video tribute I came across on YouTube of Bill Paxton as the brilliantly eloquent Hudson, combined with the hauntingly beautiful, yet sad main theme from the computer game, 'Dead Island '.

I'm not ashamed to say this, but I wept whilst watching it. Goodbye, Mr Paxton.

Monday, 6 February 2017

Majorly Knullet

Technology is fantastic. When it works. It is less so when it fucks up. And this is about one of those moments.

Friday, 20 January 2017


The theme tune from the excellent 'Vikings' series. Hope you enjoy it.  :)

Thursday, 19 January 2017

In Memory

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Today I found myself thinking of an old pal of mine who I lost touch with and some years ago discovered that he had passed away. Every now and then I think of Alun and the fun times we shared together and with our group of friends. Our training as squad mates in the Cardiff Swimming Club, the summer days spent at Southerndown Beach, and the crazy bike rides we'd go on every day during the summer holidays before our 2 hour training sessions at the National Sports Centre and Empire pool.

I miss him and often wonder what his life would have been like if it hadn't gone all so wrong for him and I had been a better friend and hadn't lost touch.

So, this is dedicated to those whom we have loved and have since passed over to a better place, be they family, friends and even those beloved pets who became our closest companions.

Let this be a positive meditation in memory of them, recalling everything positive, everything happy and, if you are of the mindset that has a belief in the afterlife, to that day when we shall all meet again.

Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Scam Phone Calls Are Back

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So, we are heading towards the end of January and breaking in the boots of the New Year that is 2017, and I thought, having changed internet providers and requesting a 'new' phone number, that past incidents of scamming phone calls from India would be a thing of the past.

How wrong could I be.

I receive the third 'WITHHELD' phone call this week at 0830 am this morning. I know instantly what's coming as soon as I see the caller display showing the 'withheld' notification.

Sometimes the person on the other end is polite, and to the uninitiated, can be quite convincing. Other times they are just lacking that bit of polish and confidence, and then there are the plain, outright rude and bullish types - always male. This morning's call was from the latter type of scammer.

Friday, 13 January 2017

1983 - What a Year

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Whilst training today I had Absolute Radio playing via my iPad through a bluetooth speaker. There's no denying it, I'm definitely an 80s music fan without a doubt.

In between sets of squats this track by Paul Young came on, 'Come Back and Stay' from 1983. That lovely sliding bass line instantly transported me back to when I was 19 and living in a cold and damp flat in Roath, Cardiff. It had been my first shared home outside of my family house, and I lived there with my first fiancée, until we agreed to split.

When this record was out I had the album it came from, 'No Parlez' and would play it continuously on my record player, usually when getting ready for work - at this period of my life I was employed working the door of a nightclub called 'Bananas' in the heart of Cardiff's city centre, and my best childhood friend, Chris, was the DJ. The night club scene then was amazing, as everyone knew each other and the atmosphere was one of a party and never one of trepidation or a fear of violence.

I even had this song - along with the complete album - on my cassette deck in my old Ford Capri. Boy, did I love that car, a tatty looking thing with suspension that made it roll worse than a fishing vessel in a storm, but it was mine, and at 19 years of age, I was oblivious. Every day was an adventure. I could go without sleep for 48  hours (and did more often than I should have) without problem, train without aches or getting sore, would wake up of a morning full of energy and ready to take on the world, and all my clothes were off the peg. Plus I was now single, but still very naive, and I suppose, still very innocent. But 1983 was a fantastic time.