I couldnt put a foot right. Left me liquidised bread in the fridge. Plan No1 out the window.
Broke me no1 section before the whistle. Fished like a muppet and took a tokin' off a very nice gentleman to my left who won it. Only being nice cos I want to ask him how he did it

Got home and decided to repair TWO top sections. Simple job, fit some bushes and re-elasticate. Seems like I was in the garage for hours.
Droppin stuff, losing stuff, all fingers and thumbs...how small are the collars off micro stonfos !
It's ramed with junk and tackle in there, everytime I turned round I was knockin stuff over, dropping stuff, losin stuff, elastic wasnt right etc etc. Its was like a bloomin Norman Wisdom film in there.
Decided i'm stoppin in. I aint riskin' goin' out

