hello it’s me, how can i help?
whine & groan & moan & chelp.
“there’s summat up, it’s all your fault, sort it out or face a revolt.
i’ve been with you for years and years”
sad sob story, sniffles and tears.
“gimmee summat new, best that you’ve got, all bells and whistles, i want the lot!”
“but not reyt pricey, good deal, you know? paying just the same as five years ago.”
“and i want loads of freebies, chuck em all on, and if tha can’t, that’s it i’m gone!”
“tha wants HOW MUCH? tha’s gorra be mad!”
“i’m off to your rival, telling thee lad”
“they’re one pound cheaper, hundred up front” (he’s not done the maths, the tight fisted….. pillock)
“so cancel me now, or i’ll start to yelp”
hello it’s me,
how can i help?
you’ll remember Felicty Jane II. otherwise known as Betty.
well i took her in for a service last week. that and a new pipe. she’d not been running properly since i got her, but i put it down to the pipe she had on, a Sterling “race” pipe. full revs, high speed, she ran like a dream. low revs, like a dog. so i took her in.
so NOT just a problem that a pipe and a service will fix. let me state here and now, the guy i bought her from hadn’t ridden her as he rides automatic scooters. he deals in cars. buys and sells em. so he’d had a call from someone saying they had a scooter as a part exchange/deposit, does he want first refusal? he went through to look at her, liked her, bought her, put her up for sale.
i saw her, liked the look, liked the price, went and saw her, went back, gave him the money and rode her home. all well, as i say, sluggish and not great at low speeds, but open her up and she all but leaps away.
seems that whoever had owned her before that (and the V5 states one previous owner) had attempted to make her go faster, but not done it very well.
they had fitted a larger barrel. badly.
they had fitted a larger carb. badly.
they had fitted what my mechanic called “the largest jet i have ever seen on a scooter” which meant she was sucking fuel into her at a rate unknown to man. not only this, but as she has auto-lube, the oil/fuel mix was really out of sync, which means it was a miracle she hadn’t seized on me (something that my mechanic suspects HAS happened at some point).
the carb had been fitted with NO seals or gaskets, pulling all sorts of crap into the engine.
thankfully, it is salvageable, but at a cost of about three times what the service/pipe would have cost.
so i am saving up. and sitting here pissed off that i have a week off work that had plans involving riding up to Sunderland, down to Lincoln, over to Sheffield and Pontefract, and so many other places.
BUT, after chatting to The enemy, it has been decided that the engine gets done.
my mechanic is one of only three people i would 100% trust to build an engine that i know will be reliable to run and run and run. it’s that or try to sell Betty. at a loss, to then have less money to replace her. which means a risk of getting something much worse and being stuck in a never ending cycle.
then once the engine IS fixed, in the next three years, she is slowly tweaked and finessed and the bodywork and shiny stuff is also updated (panel wrapped, i ain’t made of money!) to turn her into a scooter that would grace the pages of Scootering Magazine. all ready for my 50th birthday.
IT’S THE BRITS TONIGHT!!!
so looking forward to it.
probably not for the reasons YOU may be thinking. oh no.
since TOTP was relegated to xmas day only i have missed the chance to have a regular rant at the state of the “mainstream” music in this country.
and having worked nights for the last 13 Brits, i have missed it. yeah, recorded a couple, but not the same shouting at the telly on your own.
which brings me to Vicky…. SHE isn’t as enthused with tonight’s prospect.
but let’s be reyt. the best music in Britain these days is largely ignored, because it is not being force fed into folks living rooms on weekend telly.
GET OUT THERE. SEE BANDS. ENJOY YOURSELVES.
spent most of my afternoon at work pondering, with an image not too dissimilar to the one above being most prevalent in my minds eye.
been asked a question today of which i have searched for an answer for such a long time. fair pained over it at times to be honest.
don’t get me wrong, it’s nothing serious like the answer to the ultimate question (which we all know is 42) but a question that has nonetheless stumped me for an age.
and i think i have it beaten. maybe.
i have given an answer to the person that posited it this aft, and currently i eagerly await their considered view on my reply.
watch this space pop pickers!
so i did a show last night (you ought to pop along, you’d enjoy it) and rather enjoyable it was too. so i thought i would let you all have a link to it and see the playlist too.
next week’s show has a COLOURS theme, so if you want to get involved with any suggestions/requests, then feel free to get in touch, details below.
as i say, HERE COMES THE WEEKEND is every thursday, live from 8pm, come have a listen, and a chat. all welcome.
during last night’s show i posted this photo and titled it “comfort break” as it was how i left the desk when i went for such. i later changed my profile photo on twitter and facebook to the snap.
it is only while looking at it now that i see so much of what is me in it. some of it hard for the viewer to make out, but…
the headphones and mic, the decks, the laptop all represent my love (some would say obsession) of music.
the mixlr chat page with some of my good pals, old and new, that share that love.
the pork pie and bucket hats an amalgamation of ska/indie/mod.
“The People United Will Never Be Defeated” & Hecky WSB stickers my love of Barnsley FC and (tenuously) my politics.
the Scootering calendar speaks for itself. so peculiar that you can find so much of yourself without even looking for it.