|Birthday:||December 8th 1970|
|Race/lineage:||White / Caucasian|
|Location:||United Kingdom, York|
|Height:||6' 0" (183 cm)|
|Hair Style:||Wavy - Short|
|Tattoo Info:||Ugh, how common!|
|Family Info:||Son, Ryan, born 1999|
|Astrological Sign:||Sagittarius (Nov 22 - Dec 21)|
|Your Home:||Live with wife|
|Biography/About:||Live in Yorkshire; in a tiny village in a beautiful 150 year old house; Trade electricity for a living; used to be an engineer.|
|Likes:||My wonderful wife; playing with Ryan; racing motorcycles. |
|Dislikes:||Gardening (too much of it at our house) non working cars and motorbikes.|
|Interests:||Working on old cars, flying my microlight, motorcycling, odd engineering solutions, improving anything, from houses, to cars to the way I choose to live my life, philosophy, human behaviour.|
|People/Heroes:||My wife, my comfort and joy, My father, who is a constant source of inspiration, and a yardstick to judge my life by.|
|Books:||Money, Catch22, The Bridge, Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, My idea of fun.|
|Authors:||Martin Amis, Will Self, Iain Banks, Aldous Huxley, Charles Dickens|
|Music Genres:||Indie rock and roll for me.|
|Bands/Artists:||Belle and Sebastian, The Divine Comedy, Pink Floyd, Bowie, Dylan, Blur, Air, Killers, Franz Ferdinand, Gorillaz|
|Cars/Motorcyles:||Ducati 750ss, Triumph TR6, Boxster|
|Quotes:||Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own, he who secure within can say, "Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today!"|
On Saturday, we decided to go visit my folks again.
Since the weather has been good lately, my mum's phobia about thunder and lightning has abated, which basically means that she has got her life back, and consequently, my dad has had an easier time of it too.
She's been like that for years, but lately, it seemed to be getting worse, and everyone in the family has tried to suggest some sort of therapy, or treatment, but none of it has worked for long. It means that it is impossible for her to plan anything beyond the next weather report.
Anyway, since she has been very up on the phone...
Well it's been over a month since I blogged last, and I have realised that I need to overcome the inertia which has led to the blog sloth. Perhaps it's my own personal vanity about what I publish here, that means that I would rather post nothing than something which fails to come up to my own standards. Maybe I just think that I can't come up with anything clever or interesting for the time being?
Anyway, no matter.
Quite a lot actually has happened since last time. The Mistral flew for the first time this year on Saturday 21st. Alan the check pilot passed it as OK. Steve the engineer...
Well yesterday was budget day. Bit of a mixed one, the headlines are full of 'Substantial cuts to the basic rate of income tax' and I was interested that the threshold for payment of 40% tax has gone up to just over £43,000. The BBC have created a good ready reconer to work out exactly where you stand at:-
It turns out that the increases in national insurance and vehicle excise duty will almost wipe out any gains from income tax cuts.
So, the Gord giveth, and the Gord taketh away. (see what I did there?)
Weekend with Ryan
Last weekend was a busy one. I had the day off work, and was due to collect Ryan in Nuneaton at around 6pm on Friday. His mum has finally done the right thing and moved out into a place of her own, so I had to find it.
As I drove down there I was musing about how she is so much better off living in her own place than in the 2 bedroom flat she used to share with Andy her (mid 40s Argos delivery driver and part time rock band drummer, grey curly mullet) boyfriend, and his sometime daughter Kelly. Kelly was thrown out of her house by her mum, and at 16 failed all her GCSEs because she...