Salop – A true story (Aug CW-2)

Mum was an only child, but Dad had four brothers and sisters, so perhaps Grandma wasn’t always the starch-stiff Victorian matriarch she appeared to her grandchildren, sitting in that high-backed wooden chair with the thin, knitted cushion and smelling of camphor and violets as the big clock on the mantlepiece loudly ticked away the long years of her widowhood.

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Argos and an east wind

For some members of the older generation, cycling is one of those things like Marmite and Lyle’s Golden Syrup, that hasn’t changed in a lifetime.

You can forget your garish lycra, your fancy Pinarellos and your Eddie Merckx racing bikes, your knobbly tyres and your crud-catchers and your twenty-one gears and £150 lights sets for scorching secret trails in the dark.

You can also forget your tricksy BMX bikes and your iconic Moultons and Pashleys.

Many of the older generation stoically make their way to work come rain or shine on a bog-standard, sit-up-and-beg bikes which are simply the means of getting from A to B cheaply. Continue reading “Argos and an east wind”

Flying 101

Kalula Air is a budget airline over here, their marketing is fun, their business approach lighthearted and almost every ad of theirs that I see or hear makes me smile.

During March / April this year they declared themselves “the Un-Official carrier of the you-know what.”

They were forced to withdraw the campaign, not to be outdone they bought a dog, christened the dog Sepp Blatter and flew the dog around the country, they then announced that they were,

“The official airline of Sepp Blatter” 😆

Anyhow, that all old news what do you think of this?

“Flying 101″ is entirely covered with details and funny remarks about the plane.

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The Road to Nowhere

The Roadwork’s on the M8 have been causing traffic chaos for over four years now. It looks like what began as a four week detail has turned into a job for life. Soutie wants links and I’ll give him links. Hear,  Hear and here.

At night at least one part of the motorway is closed and long diversions are in place. To my independent eye there doesn’t seem to be a lot of work going on. There are a lot of yellow jacketed guys hanging about and maybe one guy digging. Steamrollers stand idle, not even idling. Passing motorists are not too happy when they see this and rancour is not uncommon. Continue reading “The Road to Nowhere”