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April 14 F*CK MICRO$OFT!!!!i'm ditching msn spaces for myspaces, cos its just waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayy better. anything i post here will just be a link to the next blog on myspaces, so go here instead > http://www.myspace.com/hepatic April 06 RantingsMy oh my. Where do i start? Oulton Park i suppose. I always enjoy the XR Challenge, and along with the Formula Fords, Alfas, TVRs and other assorted makes it was a great days racing. My 2nd day as a flaggie, this time i found it much easier to deal with. Stationed at Lodge In, i had a much better view of the cars and was much closer to the track, making identification much easier and my blue flagging was much better as a result. By no means perfect, but i felt more confident which is good. It also feels good when you put it out and can see the driver look at you, then his mirrors then change his line to allow the overtaking car to pass safely. A job well done. Comedy moment of the day went to one of the marshals that tried to turn his car around in the bog behind the post, got it stuck and a bunch of fellow marshals had to push him out
 F1 - incident packed Aussie GP. Button got screwed over thanks to his car not generating enough heat in the tyres during the 4 safety car periods, and eventually blew the motor on the last corner of the last lap. That lead to a contencious move by a marshal crossing the track to attend the burning car. I'm not saying they did wrong, but its something we are always told to never do unless the driver is in danger. Who knows circumstances may lead me to do the same some day, i just hope not so i'm not put in that impossible position where i have to choose.
Got a weekend off from marshalling, so intending to do sweet FA except maybe wash the car for the 1st time in months, thats if it ever stops raining. Here's to the easy life...
  March 28 Rollins, One Ninety Two and so tiredWow, it's been a busy couple o' days. The Anglesey weekend was quite tiring, then i had to go back to work. Made an effort for an early start on Monday as i had to be in Preston at a mate's house for "before 6pm" so we could get to Manchester in time for the 7:30pm doors of Henry Rollins' spoken word gig. Was pretty tired when i got there, but no one else wanted to drive so it was up to me to play taxi driver for the evening, on a very wet and windy M61.
Rollins is fantastic. If you ever wanted a real laugh at real life, watch one of his gigs. It was my 3rd time seeing Henry and as always he was on form, talking non-stop for 2 1/2 hrs. He's one of those people i can really relate to - socially inept, shorter than R2D2 and really pissed off at the world. Some of his experiences he talks about are horrific (like visting maimed soldiers in hospital) but he does it in such an entertaining and informative way, you just have to like the guy. No jokes about William Shatner this time, but his story of a trip on the Trans Siberian Railway and his chat with "The Voice" proved once again how stunningly cleaver and funny the guy is.
The ride home was a bitch. So much water on the roads the lanes just disappeared. Good job it was quiet on the roads, otherwise we might not have made it back in one piece. I ain't kidding either. Fucking Scary.
Then tonight was bowling night. Really wasn't up for it (would rather sleep for eternity) but had to as we haven't had a full team in weeks. Glad i made the effort tho, as i scored 192, 134, 124 which is well above my current average of 126, and the 192 was a new personal best. That despite growing problems with my wrist again, something that i think is going to result in a trip to el doctoro at some point very soon. Combinations of keyboard use all day at work, then more at home plus playing racing games with my FFB wheel is probably hurting it more than i thought. I'm trying to cut down the games to let it rest a bit, but bowling every week isn't helping. Now if i had a girlfriend i might be able to rest it even more...
 Henry Rollins
My Bowling Journal
March 26 Cheeseburger and tits please!Ahh, Anglesey. The Isle of Rain. Boy did it live up to that one this weekend. As a last minute thought, i decided to text Michelle and see if her and Nick were able to put me up for the night. The thought of getting up at 5am for a 3hr drive, full days marshalling and 3hrs back didn't appeal to me. No idea why...
So i travelled on Saturday afternoon, nice leisurely drive down whilst swearing at the sat nav for trying to make me take J22 of the M6 and then get straight back on the M6 again. FFS can't technology just work for once? Several other bizarre choices made me start to wonder why i bothered, but the end destination was spot on and i'd have spent hours without it trying to find Michelle's place - not the most obvious of turnings, to put it mildly. Was good to see her and Nick again, both well and moving with the Army down to Aldershot at the end of June. There goes my free B&B for Anglesey.
Sunday morning i said my farewells and travelled the 20mins or so to Trac Mon - Anglesey Race Circuit. I hadn't marshalled there all last year for one reason or another, so it was nice to reacquaint myself with the old place. After the usual meet 'n' greet with all the old faces, i got signed on and walked to my post for the day - Post 1, School Corner. This was to be a pretty good choice in the end, especially when the weather came to greet us. For the first time i was flagging and had Keith Kehoe as my mentor for the day. I knew flagging was hard, i'd been on post enough times to realise that, but today i found out just *how* hard. Green, Yellow, Red all piss easy. Unless summat else is going on which takes your concentration, you can't really go wrong with them. Blue however, is a different kettle of fish. To blue effectively, you need to flag well before they start to take the turn. Only problem with that is the view of the straight foreshortens the gap, and add that to the fact i can't tell which cars are which until they start to pass my post and you start to feel inadequate. In some cases i was taking cues from the flagpoint up track from me, but i need to try and practice the blues if i'm to be a competant flagger. Not bad for a first day tho, and it earned me an upgrade signiture so i can't have been that bad :)
Very glad i did flags today, as the track action lacked somewhat. Plenty of dicing and spinners, but nothing for our incident peeps to get hold of. The biggest plus was the wind break - the post itself needs a lot of work to make it comfortable. Its damn dangerous standing on tyres filled with mud that turns in to quicksand (quickmud?) when it rains. So dangerous in fact that Keith went A over T when going for the red flag and hit his head. Nowt in there to damage tho, so he was fine. Anyway, the wind break made a huge difference. It was still hard to flag, but it'd been far worse on radar and i really appreciated it when i walked back to the car at the end of the day - the wind almost knocked me off my feet.
All in all a good, if wet start to the season. I won the raffle (1st time in over a year, and a tenner too!) and had the pleasure of being served dinner by a (very for the weather) scantily clad young maiden, who can flip my burgers anytime. Aitch had to spoil the moment by asking me if i'd just ordered "a cheesburger and tits" tho. Somethings just don't change... March 24 ...and so it beginsTime is upon thee, bow down and kneel before your master and prepare for the ultimate sacrifice...
..you got 25p, i need a brew and i got no change?
This'll probably turn in to a complete winge-fest but i really don't care. It'll be much like work, only here i get to listen to music rather than collegues trying for the 14,533,214th time to explain to some twat that you "can't just move that there, 'cos all this other stuff gets screwed up". I'll try not to make it a winge-fest, just don't come running to me when......
So here it is. Le Blog. A window in to my small, somewhat boring little existance. Today, work was OK. I got stuff done, with little interpution or hassle from pillocks that don't know their arse from their elbow. Or indeed their fingers from my stapler. The weekend is here, and so is the marshalling season. Anglesey on Sunday, should be fun although it's likely to be wet, windy and a fucking early start. Damn those bloody clocks. Lets hope the formula fords make up for the generally unsociable start.
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