Sunday 2 July 2017

My week in words and pictures

Hi all

Like the last blog of mine, which was mostly about the worst news a Son (or daughter even ) could ever have, this one is about a couple of subjects, only far less depressing.  Unfortunately/fortunately (delete as appropriate) one of them is racing.  You, at the back, pay attention now.

Older viewers (in time, not age) of my facebook may remember the picture below from a couple of years ago.  It is of the view from my back garden of my neighbours conservatory.  It is built on the boundary, and has two openers, windows #2 and #4, opening inward.


Obviously, I was unhappy about looking at this, and when he saw me gunning out kerbstones shoring up the shoddy patio I have, he wrote me a letter threatening me with legal action if I didn't replace them.  I've not replaced them, they were on my side of the boundary, which, again, he said had moved to accommodate his conservatory.
He told me there was a written agreement with a previous neighbour in 1984 and is kept with the council.  Well, I was 8 in 1984 so I didn't sign it, the people who did no longer live there, and the council don't keep stuff like that, because I asked them.  It is all with land registry, who have no record of a boundary being changed.  Not only did the kerbstones not get replaced, I smashed out the rest of the patio too, which was shit and was up to damp course.  Who the fuck does that?  Apparently, ol' Trumpy next door (conservatory twat) had a hand in it, need I say anymore?


Anyway, as of this week, this is now currently a view I have in my back garden, looking of course in the same direction.



So no more wanky conservatory to look at, and, He can no longer climb out of his window on to my property.  I'm expecting a letter, although, I wonder if he has realized he's been a nob and won't bother......watch this space.



Moving swiftly along, like some scumbag builder coming by your house in the dead of night and dumping their shit in the skip you've paid good money for, we're on to racing.  

Ah, RC racing, the staple hobby of nerds, engineers, shop owners and former child primadonnas everywhere.  A hobby I love dearly.

Clanfield RC, Almost, quite literally, up my street, albeit 8 miles away, played host today (2nd July '17) to round 3 of the SRS (we've been through this, it's Southern Regional Series ffs).  Upon arrival it becomes apparent that Tony Bolwell and helpers have got the ol' place looking alright.  No hammers or anything.

I'm pitting with KB and the Sunshine band, aka, Model Cars Reading supremo Kev Brunsden, Stumpy, Mr Miller (he's neither a vicar or a serial killer),Mike and Richard Daniel, the latter of which had offerings of sausage rolls, for which I found it hard to contain my enthusiasm.  Had it not been for the bacon and egg baguette I'd just polished off, I woulda eaten ALL the sausage rolls, then carried on munching everything, like the Langoliers. 



I made 6th in the C Final, unfortunately, I finished 7th, but at least I finished, which is a stark difference to the same meeting last year.  In this one, I was at the sharp end, but after my 2nd fuel stop and a couple of joey errors and slow marshalling, my brain seemed to turn to some non conductive splodge, like the crap you get in a front sprocket cover of a motorbike, made of old chain lube and road shit, which simply couldn't control my hands enough to keep my position.



Stumpy made 6th in the B Final, and finished 7th also, after driving the last 3rd of his final "like a complete Spaz".  His words, not mine.

Mike bumped into the A and Kev spent the entire A final locked in battle with Mr NemoRacing himself, Jon Hazelwood, but had to settle for the first runner up spot after Jon beat him over the line by sweet FA.

If, like me, you enjoy reading someone elses twaddle, then tune in next time when I have reports on the local daisy growing championships, and latex clad Dominatrices threatening me with riding crops.  

Same bat time, same bat channel.

Ciao