Nothing like a thursday to remind you the working week is nearly over and you've done fuck all. well apart from spend money on neccessary but ultimately not enjoyable items, ie. bolts, screws, petrol etc.

Had a lovely letter from Macclesfield Police. To cut a long story short in July some old guffers were making notes of car speeds in P******, they clocked me going excessively down Dickens Lane, i do remember the incident, i was trying to knock a cyclist off his bike at the time, however that was the end of July, somewhere between those miserable shits with their speed camera and emptying their piss sacks, along with the highly efficient local contabulary they managed, after 3 months, to contact me. Being just misrable bastards and not tradebona coppers i've not been fined, just a stern warning of doom should i consider breaking the speed limit again, i'm on their books, my cards are marked, Stalin lives, off to the Gulag for a year or two. However i am not alone, my dad got done about a month before me......on the way to the tip......Think i might buy me some of those rockets seeing as its nearly bonfire night, make a launcher and appear out of the sunroof of my car Iraqi millitant style....run forrest run, take a note of my rockets speed you pair of pissers!