The Mile High Club

If anyone's interested at all, this blog will be very quiet for the next 5 weeks as we are off to see a little bit of North America (go north, turn left at Greenland, can't miss it).

I was going to mention how my Wife, bless her cotton socks, who loves to travel, is the worst traveller I have ever had the displeasure of coming across, but as we leave tomorrow and she will have access to a computer, I won't.

We should be back for the start of the Footie season, although again we will miss the final of Big Brother ...It's finally starting to get a little interesting, but I do get to see the In-Laws again, which is always fun.

I am finding it harder and harder to write a personal post as my wife reads them and the pit I dig myself just gets bigger. I have had to cut a lot off this post, cut the text or get my balls cut, as I haven't apparently grown a pair yet, what have I to lose.......ha ha ha Squeak!

Oh by the way, The Mile High Club is in Denver as Denver is 1 mile above sea level. I have been there and spent 12 very pleasant weeks there, cleaning, shopping....you smell like pooh!

I had better sign off and make sure my passport is still with the rest and has not been lost!

Was I not thinking!?

Who's a thick twit, answers on a post card to "Scott's a thick twit".

There I am pining everyday for the one thing which would make my sorry white assed existence complete and it suddenly dawned on me.....POST A BLOG!

What if I could start a campaign to "Get Scott a motorcycle campaign" and use this media to grind my wife down into having to accept the inevitable and bow to the pressure of thousands of bloggers.


This Beauty, is very similar to the Triumph Trident 900, I had back in 1993.

I need everybody to leave a comment here, a sort of petition or you could pester my wife with comments too over at It's a Trip.

So what do you say, are you with me?

By the way, I want to be able to buy this bike......

No Surrender

One ought never to turn one's back on a threatened danger and try to run away from it. If you do that, you will double the danger. But if you meet it promptly and without flinching, you will reduce the danger by half.
Sir Winston Churchill

The British throughout History have endured attacks from all nations, albeit The Romans, The Angles, The Saxons, the Vikings, and William the Conqueror (Who by the way lead the last Army to conquer this land back in 1066). Our Major cities were bombed relentlessly during the 2nd World War, but the stiff upper lip prevailed.

We have suffered Terrorist attacks from the IRA, PIRA, The Real IRA and even from our own people with the Luddites and the mayhem caused by the Witch hunts and the Civil War, but one thing is for certain, we have NEVER SURRENDERED and nor do we ever intend to. Too many innocent lives, Children, Sisters, Brothers, Mothers, sons and Fathers have been murdered in these malicious, cowardly attacks in this fair Isle. If we were to bow down now, what are we to tell the parents of these victims, Your Children died in vain......THINK AGAIN.

The phantom pooper

wow, He says all teared up!
Am I good parent or not, you decide!

Went upstairs earlier to check on the kids and make sure they were in bed and asleep, to my surprise, the Little un (he's 3) was in bed, covered in his duvet, which he doesn't usually do and asleep!
As I was trying to sort out his duvet, I saw that he was naked. I felt the bed and it was dry, but I couldn't find the diaper I sent him to bed with anywhere!
Tried waking him up in a vain attempt to seek the truth, no go, so off I went on the hunt.
To my shock, amazement and pride, I found the dry diaper in the bathroom garbage bin, the toilet paper let out a little to much and a used paper towel and poo in the toilet bowl.
I went back to him, noticed his little butt was a little stained, so cleaned that up with a wet wipe and put a new diaper for the little sleepy head, covered him up and gave him a huge smacker on the cheek ( His face cheek, Mommy kisses the baby bongo's)

Now I know who the phantom pooper is, as when I was cleaning the house in preparation for the house sitter and cleaning the bathroom which no one uses, there was a un flushed deposit!

I hope he doesn't think he will be in trouble if he gets out of bed at night too poo or pee!