It looks like I shall be going into hospital in June... for a nose job.
Not for vanity, so that I can breathe through it. With any luck, though, it will also end up straighter and less broken-looking and I might even regain my sense of smell.
I face the prospect with considerable trepidation, though.
That and wearing a plaster cast on my conk for 2 weeks afterwards. I think I may go into something of a solitary retreat for a while. [Dismayed expression]
My proboscis has clearly been eavesdropping as I post this, or on the earlier negotiations, and has decided to extract revenge by throwing a nosebleed. Claret everywhere. Gah. This combines nicely with the severe back-ache that I've had since trying to work off a few pounds by cycling up to Skeptics in the Pub last week for organizer Nick Pullar's farewell do. I can hardly walk now. Work has been a significant trial. I have newfound - or restored - sympathy for
the_major, who lives with worse than this every day. It also makes me think that I really want a new recumbent. I fear I'm currently too fat for my little folding Birdy. Woe!
The centenary Isle of Man TT is growing close. The trike goes in on Tuesday for another bash at its MOT. I am crossing all available phalanges. In an effort to pay for its repairs, which have taken nigh-on 4 years now, I have traded in my trusty little Honda H100SG to the local dealership, Hartgate, who are fettling the trike. I got a princely £175 for it, but that should bring the bill for the trike down to a manageable £700 or so.
So now I only have 2 motorbikes once again. Soon, I am hoping, the sidecar will be repaired and then I will sell that too, and then there will be just the one.
nolley will be very relieved to have it out of his drive; he has been badgering me.
Meantime, though, my garage is filled with
pilot_moondog's Kawasaki GPX750, which is in a sad state following theft and vandalism. Its fairing is gone, the tank's off but though dented, still petrol-tight, the ignition lock's missing and the 'bars and levers are bent. Needs a new headlight and front mudguard. It would be fairly easy to put it back on the road as a streetfighter, though. Anyone want a project or know anyone who wants one? I want it out before the Bessie the Burgundy Beast is back!
Not for vanity, so that I can breathe through it. With any luck, though, it will also end up straighter and less broken-looking and I might even regain my sense of smell.
I face the prospect with considerable trepidation, though.
That and wearing a plaster cast on my conk for 2 weeks afterwards. I think I may go into something of a solitary retreat for a while. [Dismayed expression]
My proboscis has clearly been eavesdropping as I post this, or on the earlier negotiations, and has decided to extract revenge by throwing a nosebleed. Claret everywhere. Gah. This combines nicely with the severe back-ache that I've had since trying to work off a few pounds by cycling up to Skeptics in the Pub last week for organizer Nick Pullar's farewell do. I can hardly walk now. Work has been a significant trial. I have newfound - or restored - sympathy for
The centenary Isle of Man TT is growing close. The trike goes in on Tuesday for another bash at its MOT. I am crossing all available phalanges. In an effort to pay for its repairs, which have taken nigh-on 4 years now, I have traded in my trusty little Honda H100SG to the local dealership, Hartgate, who are fettling the trike. I got a princely £175 for it, but that should bring the bill for the trike down to a manageable £700 or so.
So now I only have 2 motorbikes once again. Soon, I am hoping, the sidecar will be repaired and then I will sell that too, and then there will be just the one.
Meantime, though, my garage is filled with