Video of the day

If we were not good people and if our cat were not sleeping on my part of the bed. This would not be my video of the day and I wouldn't be burning for you.....well not as much maybe having quenched the flame but maybe you spark a flame that can't be quenched, just know I'm burning,,,
but just maybe today deserves another video 'cause I'm like a rock and you roll me
and oh. yeah, there's just one more little thing I need to discuss, just one more little thing...or two....

video o' the day

"cause we al need an angel

They were all my friends and they...

Raymond, Uncle Wayne, this
From Moving Target:

As reported by BBC News, a cyclist was killed after a collision with a coach on Wormwood Street last Friday (3rd February 2012). Various posters on the Moving Target forum expressed their concern that it was a courier, and Rico Logistics have apparently confirmed that it was Henry. If this is the case, then Henry would be the 9th London bicycle messenger known to have been killed whilst working.
I’m sure that all Moving Target readers & posters will join me in expressing shock and dismay. My condolences to friends and family. There’s some talk on the forum of a ride on Friday. Watch that space.

I got nothing to say. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. I'm going to run out of versions of this song.

I try so fucking hard to explain this shit

It's not about the money, if it were just that..... well. we wouldn't be having this conversation. It's about honor and it's about having a code to live by. It's about doing your fucking job and doing it well and not having to take shit from inferiors and well, fuck it try as I might I can't explain it no more then I can explain "The American Dream" Yeah fuck it, you'll never get it

Video of the day

No this don't say nothing about my life, nothing to see here folks.

Ah Mamma can this really be the end.....

There comes a time when you just have to stop.  You tell yourself that it's just for a little while and after a time you will be back on the road where there are no lies, only truth sometimes brutal and ugly sometimes beautiful and wonderful and you are one with it all in that cosmic flow. Then one day it's. "Go ahead stick a fork in my ass, fuck it, I'm done." This may be the roughest winter since my rookie years and I'd sell my soul to be right there in it, riding the big snows and the sub-zero lows. fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

So there I was...

And here I am now and there's a thought in my head something about being a bike messenger and just what that all means, the thought is so profound and so true but the words fail me and when I read this in the hangover future I might remember that thought and I just might find those words so true and so profound to say what I need to say, one bike messenger to another. Yeah, I know it's a Beatles number but when they do it I just don't buy it. Now Cocker....you know, we can talk about our personal shit, one bike messenger to another, it may be different shit but we have that same background noise in our heads, that thing that well....you know?.