Well, that's it!
The unguents are all mixed and seperated out into different buckets, depending on colour, temperature and stability. The gussets are soaking in WD40 with a dash of peanut butter. The rest of the kit's all hanging up and ready to go, I've even given the bike a rub down and put some talcum powder in my shoes. Fifteen litres of chilli have been frozen solid and sent to MB via FedEx and should be ready and waiting for me to sit on when I get there.
The last spinning session was endured last night, and I'm bound to say I'm glad to see the back of them, a man can only listen to 'You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet' and 'Eye of The Tiger' so many times without having to run down to the hairdressers. I mean, does no one listen to Frankie Goes to Hollywood anymore? I've even grown some diggers for the ride, and the waiter in our local curry house mistook me for Elvis the other night. Although, I think this had more to do with what he'd been tugging on round the back than any resemblance I have to The King.
Sadly, my worst fears regarding My Mate Brian And His Piles have been realised, and he's now definitely pulled out. It seems they've got no better, and last time I spoke to him he'd smeared them with Marmite and was on his way down to the dog kennels. Not even after a full hour on google could I find any details of that treatment, but I'm sure he knows what he's doing...
I think I'll have to get some sort of playlist put together for the mp3 player as there'll be no-one to talk to, - suggestions for tracks will be gratefully accepted. Also, as MMBAHP can't be there, I'll have his grandstand ticket as a spare, and I think it'd be a good idea to put it on the DFH Auction on Friday night. Having said that, I think it's the seat next to me, and there's a very good chance I'll be minging something terrible.
See you all down there doods!!
H
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