A birthday

It was my Jen's birthday today.  I trust she had a lovely day - well, except for the four fruitless hours trying to track down the Judge's case of the week.  Lunch was up the coast at the HPF, and dinner was at a local Indian restaurant.   So we ate too much twice in a day then...  Just as well it only happens once a year.  The night was finished off with the annual construction of the Christmas tree.  All's good in the northern rivers!

 

The F1, MotoGP, SBK, Nascar, and Indycar seasons are over.  At least the NFL boys are still throwing the pigskin around in the snow.  Ant West was just pinged 2 years worth of Moto2 results for consuming an energy drink.  The Mikado would have something serious to say here about the punishment not fitting the crime - I'd just prefer that the braindead idiots from CAS were merely first up against the wall come the revolution.  The vast majority of genuine drug cheats from international cycling have escaped free - it's just reusing the concept of the public scapegoat to make themselves look good.  Self-serving pompous impotent pen pushers the lot of them.

Red bling.  It's becoming an obsession.  An ex-paramedic pommy mate told me he'd seen a clutch lever just like it stuck through a blokes thigh.  Cool.  And it's only 18 months until I get my ZX10. But who's counting.