I was trying to post some pics of Mikael Geske from Sweden, but for some funky reason it just wasn't happening. If I ever figure out why I could only post a little square with a red cross I'll try again but in the meantime I'll go back to the dayjob.

It's not much notice but there is a birthday jam going on at Epic tomorrow night (Thursday 5th Oct). At 4 years old Epic has finally left kindergarten, is planning on going places and yes, Keith is still eclectically dressed. I was going to post the flyer for the jam as well but guess what? another little square with a red cross. Some days I think I'm trully fucking useless!!!

Speaking of useless the following examples are gradually becoming a daily occurance and sum my luck up quite well.

I once drove down to Radlands from Birmingham only to get there and realise I left my front wheel at home. Manuals aren't really my forte.
Went to ride at Central park Plymouth the other week, got there rode for about 2 mins and somehow ripped the valve in a tube. Normally spare tubes and a pump are in my car, not this time they were at home and finally. I once went to ride at Unit 23 near Glasgow. I pulled up, went to get my bike out of the car and realised I couldn't because I hadn't even brought the fucking thing with me!!!
Useless, truly useless.