Continental Drift

I seemed to be in perpetual motion today. After a business meeting, I hustled down to Tyremarks to have the new tyres fitted - by the boss, Mark himself. I felt a bit guilty, as he'd been on a stag weekend, including getting epically filled in by his mates, whilst paintballing. He was limping like a good'un as he wrestled with a pair of chunky Continentals, ooerr. That's tyres, so calm down dears. Pausing only to correct a massive slide as I pulled out onto the main road, whoops, forgot that brand new tyres need a bit of scrubbing in before they grip properly, I dropped in on Amanda, who with her impeccable connections and formidable powers of persuasion, has seriously got this show on the road with - wait for it - over three grand raised so far. Go girl!

Then I dashed into Plymouth to the lovely people at Westcom, purveyors of all things techy, to collect an i-Phone and a Samsung Tablet with a groovy keyboard that you plug in, kind of thing. Sorry, not my strong suit. Now I have about two spare days to acquire the skills of a twelve year old, shouldn't be hard as I normally act my shoe size anyway...

Taking a few publicity shots down on the Barbican, Bob the MD did a comedy "glamour" pose. As he draped himself over the bike, an interesting sight, it nearly fell of its side stand, and for a moment it looked as if bike and Bob were going into Sutton Harbour, glug glug glug. How we laughed! Well, after a collective gasp of horror, anyway. More soon.