A full MOT..
If any one has any doubts over the efficiency of the NHS, just walk into your nearest A&E at 7:30am and tell them you’re a 50 year old man with a pain in his chest and a pain down the left arm…
It was terribly frustrating. I had gone up to Bedford on Friday evening with the plan to start work early on ROJ. Instead I woke up at 6 with an ominous pain. The only one up at that time of day (apart from the cat) was Clive - happily chomping on a bowl of low-fat muesli at the kitchen table.
 “Er, Clive,” I stuttered “pains here and here…” Like a caped crusader he flung down his spoon, bustled me into his pick-up and whizzed me down to Bedford infirmary.
Within minutes I was stripped, chunks of chest shaved, plugged into machines, blood tested and x-rayed.
After a full morning of being fussed over, tested and fed tea and toast, it was clear that I was not on brink of death, and sent on my way with a letter to my GP for further tests. God bless the staff in Bedford hospital.
The positive side is that although I lost a half day’s work on the car, I have now had a full MOT check on me.
Nearly wheels
Yes folks, the new camera arrived, and happy am I with it.
The DeDion - Watts linkage assmebly is now all rebuilt. I was highly nervous of using the press to get the metalastic bushes into the swing fitting - I expected them to explode at any moment under the pressure, but they went in like a dream.
 
Once I had got this job done, it was a matter of minutes to bolt all the bits together:
I spent the rest of the time on Sunday sorting out the new rear bearings ready to fit the axles on my next visit.
Balls to you all…
Yes it’s snooker season again, with all the greats up at the crucible. I’ve just spent two days in Sheffield on business - sadly did not get time to go to any matches, but many of the players were staying in my hotel - saw Denis Taylor and Terry Griffiths at breakfast… I wonder what cars they drive?
May 2nd, 2007 at 2:04 pm
â€Er, Clive,†I stuttered “pains here and here…â€
That reminds me of a joke…
A brunette goes to her doctor and says, “I hurt all over; I’ve got pains here, here, here, here, here… here, here and here”, pointing to many different parts of her anatomy.
“Did you used to be a blonde?” says the doctor.
“Yes, I dyed my hair, how did you know?”
“Your finger’s broken.”