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I got to meet lovely Robbie this weekend- he and Rick drove up to Auckland for bears night. Which was as much fun as usual. It seemed I knew just about everyone there, I was so busy 'working the room' as Rick says that I only had a couple of beers. Rick hid in the corner complaining that he didnt know anyone there- but later we discovered that he'd shagged just about everyone (he just didnt know their names..)
Saturday morning Rick had a migraine, so stayed in bed while I took Rob to Alleluya for breakfast.

When we got home we found that Mo had a wee surprise for us- a number of small surprises, actually. Living jumping biting wee surprises. No point trying to figure out where they came from, we're all fairly active sex fiends, they could have come from anywhere.
So now I am bald. Entirely bald. I dont remember the last time I saw my bellybutton without having to peer through a thatch of fur. Very scarey. Photos will NOT be supplied.

Escort, grubbily.

The Escort finally had its rear brakes replaced today- if theres one thing Ford can do right its engineering. Or, at least, they could in 1978 in the UK. Which is in itself fairly impressive.
Expecting a rusty, seized, unco-operative mess of British Leyland proportions, you can only imagine my surprise when the flares on the brake lines came loose with a crisp 'pop', the small bolts holding the cylinders in place fairly spun themselves out, and the new brake shoes and cylinders snapped into place- perfect replacements for the old original parts. (Original parts: 30 years and 50,000miles old. Somewhat out of their warranty period.)

I'll break them in tomorrow on the drive home...