Final Lap.

It's been a eventful day today, I visited Oulton Park this morning as it's gold cup weekend. I'm not a fan of classic cars to be honest, well not what I consider classics anyway. I drool at the sight of a Sierra Cosworth, a tidy Capri or dare I even say it as I'll only get broody.. A Lancia Delta Integrale*, but to me in my 'Hey I'm still young!' mind these are not classics yet. Escort mk1 & 2 yes granted but I'm a rally enthusiast I'm naturally going favour a shinny Mexico, but anything pre 80's I'll pass thank you..
Yep that's me I'm the guy that walked past Jackie Stewart to get Jason Plato's autograph.

Anyway after my fix of motor sport I then treated my lodger that I have a sexual relations with to a meal out & a cheeky drink, she had to work today which was convenient as she doesn't like cars & more importantly gets impatient when I take photos. As drug addict TV stars & kids with no street cred say "Winning..".

When I got home I then logged onto eBay with intentions of buying a mouse for my laptop. So a football shirt, phone case & new camera lens later I forget the mouse, I'm now to scared to go back on to get said mouse incase impulse takes over again.

Mouse-less I then started designing a tattoo, No! Not a bulldog with an English flag.. Do I look like I live on Eccleston Avenue? I keep saying I'm going to get a tattoo but it's never my top priority at the time so it might be my new year resolution. My designs in the past include a MC Escher tessellated tuna design which turned out to graphically/mathematically complicated, then the scientific compound of chocolate peanuts but sadly the closest I could muster was the compound for coco, so watch this space next year.

After pondering how the hell I'm going to afford a oddball giant tattoo I decided to watch the United vs Chelsea match, god knows why cause anyone who expected anything different from a draw should stay away from betting shops.. A draw it was.

That leaves me here writing this essay while watching the bore draw match, which has now finished, which means so have I. I shall bid you farewell as I'm going to have wet dreams about little French GT5's & dirty thoughts about Lotus Carlton's.

*(If I ever change my name I'm changing it to Integrale by the way)