Lord Above...and it's only Tuesday.

That's it. The final straw. I fear I'm about to join several esteemed ex-colleagues on the gentle, but rapidly-steepening decline into the world of the Baldies. Give it about a year or so. Six weeks even, the way some of my projects are going right now.

I've also decided to finally rebuild the Honda CX this year. I've owned this delicious classic V-Twin 500 motorcycle for seven years this year, but it's been off the road for the last five.

The two statements above are not necessarily connected, but in my experience, anyone who goes bald in their mid-thirties suddenly has the unmistakable urge to feel the wind in the hair once more.

Except of course the Baldock Hells Angels chapter. You guys will never lose your hair. Ever. And may your nuts remain shiny forever.

Spring Is Here...

Lent has well and truly been blown apart by Easter eggs. Chicks are hatching into shorter skirts. My lawn has had it's first cut of the year. Pay-Rise Day has been replaced by Spelling Test Day at my place of work. I got nine out of ten, because apparently there's no F in money.

I'm looking forward to a '76 Summer.

Always preferred the Summer of '69 though - that was actually in 1987.

Sergei