Barney is a Biker - Confirmed

Its been a few weeks since I added anything to this blog, but we have been very busy.

We do however have a new scan picture - and here it is :)

As you can clearly see, Barney is getting ready for a fast ride - face down, arse in the air, getting into that Ducati pose.... Bless him!

(Cynics would also point out that he does seem to have missed out on his father's nose, but I digress).

Also - we do not know if he is a he yet - and even when we do know about that we may well keep it quiet.

So what else have we been up to? Well, I went on an early trip to a toyshop, just thinking ahead you understand, and was faced with a few hard decisions for Christmas this year - Hornby or Scalectrix.. . and then Cars or bikes? Decisions decisions - I may just get both :)

We have also been moving a pile of stuff to the loft - now this was a fraught adventure - I remember going through the coat rack with the wife, and just how many winter coats does a woman need? (Apparently the answer is 4, and that does not include her barbour jacket.... As for shoes - Imelda Marcos is alive and well and living in beccles. The collection of trotter covers was remarkable - and amazingly enough we have managed to prise her hands off a few pairs and are sending them, along with a few other bits to a second hand clothes shop....

Shit - just had a thought - if she goes in their with stuff to sell, then she will browse, and then buy more stuff - bugger it, I had better go clear some more space for her aquisitions!

Happy New Year?

So, 2007 is here, and soonish, so will be Barney....

It felt strange last night as I quaffed countless ales, thinking about my dearly beloved who had gone home to bed as she was feeling tired - new year will never be the same again.

In fact, not just new year, but life in general. I assume that most reading this have seen the Yellow Pages advert where some chap is calling for insurance for his corvette - just as his wife tells him she is pregnant? Kind of a similar feeling for me atm. I have decided to sell one of my bikes, and am seriously thinking that a 2+2 sports car may not be the best thing for a young family.... Now that is damn scary!

But, as my dad said, "Son, when you get married, that four penny pie will cost you eight pence" - so I guess it is now twelve pence and rising.

Other things are different as well - and I think that maybe other chaps will understand this - It used to be just me and val in this house, now it is Val and Barney - and i get to be around a bit as well.

So, happy new year all