The feeble musings of an incompetent, middle-aged, baffoon who is embracing eccentricity and trying to raise some money for a nice charity. I like the word philanthropy, tweed jackets and the smell of Diesel fumes. Slowly turning into a mumbling recluse.
Monday, 28 February 2011
Bits keep dropping off the old Triumph! But she's getting closer to a final top coat of British Leyland Inca Yellow! A colour only the British can do, AND look good in. Goes so well with a bit of sturdy tweed!
