Inspired

by Lady La La from just 30 miles up the A52 I have decided to attempt a few street shots in and around my fair city of Lincoln. Over the past few weeks I've hit some of the better areas, showing all the good places. Now for a few bad / distasteful.

This pairing of shops makes me chuckle. Obviously on the right we have a specialist interest shop with a big sale on. Could I park the car anywhere? Not a chance. Okay so maybe I'd be against frequenting this sort of shop anyway: It's just not my thing. The place on the right was meant to be called 'Regal Food' but the owners came to Lincoln in about 1985 (back then there was only one forienger in Lincolnshire, and he was stranded in Grimsby) and when phoning the sign writers something ws lost in translation. Absolutely 100% true story. The food from here is crap as well, as flavoursome as a tramps sock.

4pm and I wanna go home. Been selling hard again today so it's all good. I might have to take some work home with me I'm cracking on that well! Actually no, sod that. I might be dedicated but I'm not mental.

Been listening to some classic music today. This song (for one reason or another) is quite poignant for me. I'm really into Dr Hook at the moment, not sure why. Make a change from Janis Joplin, Plan B and Kidrock.

Had my house valued online today - £90,000-£105,000. If I get £97,500 or more I'm turning a profit. It's a four bed semi with gardens front and rear, but suffers from being out of the way a touch. I really need to sell up and either a: travel or b: move to Lincoln itself and get social.

See I'd love to travel, and I've been inspired by that fella from the BT ads (not being half the age as his partner, I mean in his role in Love Actually). He shoots off to America and comes back with pretty girls. Personally I don't wanna come back if I get there. Just don't know where to go in America. I've always like the image of small town America, the sort of culture epitomised in Debra's journal. Maybe Lani or Debra can recommend some places :-)

We had a break in at work over the weekend. Some pikies have eyed up our diesel tank and then tried to force the back door open. No doubt the same group will be revelling in their traditional way of life tomorrow night on 'My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding'. I've nothing against traditional ways of life: unless it involved thieving (or Teething as the Pikies say it) and intimidation (they don't have a word for that. Anything over three syllables and they just grunt instead). We have 15 big railway sleepers on the front car park at the moment - £10 says they've gone by Friday.