A post i wrote myself for a change

What can i say. Its been a pretty gash term so far
Started off ok ish i guess, but work load is insane, compared to last year (not that it wasnt expected) but it was cool, with night street riding making life all that much more fun. But then proceeding to bugger up arm at the beginng of term, and foot a month ago, means no riding for me, weekends of sitting about considering doing work, and not getting out and getting filthy, suck ass. So much so in fact that Lathargic isnt the word, less and less work gets done, less and less people get seen, Going out less and less, all in all, life sucked. The XCMTB blog, if you bothered to look, has died aswell. But now the bulk of essays are out the way, the foot is on the mend, and i have some sexual tastic retro forks on Spike (the jump bike) i think we may be on thee way up
Blog is due for a revamp too i think, going to remove all the crap from the side menu, and make it a little more slick down the bottom, like nearer the top, ill start up MTB as well, and once ive got my camera sorted out, as its full of mud at the moment, which is neevr good, ill get some pictures going too. I must now go intot town and see el Doc. and possibly pop into a shop or two, as its been over a month since ive left the house properly, without a major mission plan at least. tempting fate, but i feel life is on the up again. we will see guess, depends how much work i get done this afternoon.
All my love. Me x

The Road Less Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference


Robert Frost

Flexi-fuel Waffle

Im in the mood for a waffle, so heres some random rubbish


If youve got 75 quid to burn, you'd burn it with this! pure sex, if your into your flexifuel camping stoves.

Emo Kids

Go here for Emo chuckles!!


(or clicky for full size emo kid background)

"Olly, Happy Birthday, Luv Rach"

"Olly,
Happy birthday,
Luv Rachel"

Oh my, excuse me, how embarasing, i think i just wet myself
some one is considerably more pleaseder than you can ever be :p
Thanking you muchly Rach :D :D
({)XXX

Sinner man and Ruthie

Sinner Man queries:
What to drink?

Ruthie replies:
Cranberry juice, with moolaalaaa juice, just a dash mind, then a garnish of avacado and turnip whiskers.

Google do it again

Those smart arses at google have done it again
The new Homepage feature rocks, allowing you to customise your personal google front page, with local weather, local news, world news, live feeds from blogs and websites, Quotes of the day, Phrases of the day, personal bookmarks for quick navigation away from your homepage, should you choose to set it as such. in fact, its pretty damn awsome. Maybe im just one of those sad techys, but i love Google, its ace, theyre ace. Google will dominate Bill and rule the world, and i wont get in the way, go Google


shameless plug time, if you want to set up a blog feed for THIS blog, the RSS feed is thusly.
http://ollyroberts.blogspot.com/atom.xml

Esthers Joke

A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack.

"Miss Whack , I'd like to get a $30,000 loan to take a holiday."

Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and asks his name. The frog says his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it's okay, he knows the bank manager.

Patty explains that he will need to secure the loan with some collateral.


The frog says, "Sure. I have this," and produces a tiny porcelain elephant, about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed.

Very confused, Patty explain s that she'll have to consult with the bank manager and disappears into a back office.

She finds the manager and says, "There's a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000, and he wants to use this as collateral."

She holds up the tiny pink elephant. "I mean, what in the world is this?"


The bank manager looks back at her and says...


"It's a knickknack, Patty Whack. Give the frog a loan. His old man's a Rolling Stone."

abermtb.com forum, Esthers joke

Oily, Number 11

I like this picture, for many reasons.