A pal of mine had a Weslake 80hp grass track bike engine with two speed pre-select gearbox built into a coffin on four wheels. Great fun it was - always figured if we crashed it then we'd save money on the burial problems. Course we never ran it on a public road Officer, or maybe just late at night...
aha! Now then acting on information we have received, you chaged my pic!" And then back agin! Never you mind how I know, I just do, see? And that car hasn't got any tax on it. Not your car eh, well perhasp we'll have a look at the computer, MTB-carburetters will escort you down to the station...
I'm not sure that a trip to Brighton would be good for you at the moment!......looking at your latest offering, the posteria bit seems to have added several inches to itself already, and Brighton would only add more!...<BG>
I see it as my duty in the crowded lecture theatres of life - people hanging from my every word in their relentless quest for knowledge - to challenge. Challenge, not in a physically confrontational manner, but a challenge - a call to stimulation, to glorious social intercourse in this microwave world of instant gratification, of architectural incompetence and of lives progressing ever deeper into personal comfort zones, text messages and good sex guides - whatever happened to finding out for yourself? OK I had some help along the way with the odd copy of health and efficiency and parade - but mostly I got there myself. My God it could be frightening too - why only the other day I had a terrifying sexual experience - I was on my own as usual - but - like Jimmy Young, I'm still here.....
That kind of thing - hope that helps
Actually its Leisure Management.