Four four four he's he's he's a a a jolly jolly jolly good good good fellow fellow fellow

An odd title I know but one which celebrates today's finishing time of four hours forty four minutes and forty four seconds. OK the seconds bit may or may not be true but the 4' 44" is. Now stop and think about how hard it is to learn the English language. Four is pronounced F-oar, but Hour is pronounced Ower. And Four has a "U" in it but Forty doesn't  Just like an inspirational poster - "There's no "U" in Forty"  I mean, it's not fower oars and fourty foor minutes, is it? And is minute, one sixtieth of an hour, or is it just something very small. How big is a minute steak, and for (four?) how long should one cook ones minute steak?


This is bent




Ooh don't tempt me...



Richardus Baileyus. A nocturnal creature

These questions, and many others, did not occur to Ian and Sheila today as they traversed mountainous dunes, dashed along vast subkahs, and cut down mighty pines with nothing but a halibut as a weapon. No, they just got stuck in, and decimated the competition. Starting out 30th on the day, they finished 16th on the stage. (16 of course is fower times foor. Or is it fore thymes four? Who nose?). They also broke nothing. Well, very little by their standards. Just a rear support arm (not foooore the first time this week) and two front bump stops. So if your rear arm's not supported (a lot like Manchester City) and your front bump stops are worn (or are they Warn?), what do you do? Yes, you blag them from elsewhere.



Somebody told Rick to take the Tube.

In a message which has only served to confuse the heck out of T-Phablog (and let's face it, THAT takes some doing), I understand that: "Knackered two front bump stops. Fortunately Saluki used stock Nissan rear bump stops at the front so my road car has provided the necessary parts.". So, we've got rear bump stops on the front. I wonder what will happen tomorrow if the rear bumps. Or the front stops. Who knows?


In other news, the fire engine Richard repaired yesterday was used to good effect when the gentlemen from the fire brigade had to hose down Jenny from next door this afternoon. No, I've no idea. Some sort of wet T shirt thing maybe? Was Kate involved? Were Rick and Jason leching? Or were they leaching? What was leaking? What was Richard repairing at the time? Hoonose

So early were Mr. & Mrs. B back at the bivvy wack today that they were home in time for lunch and medals. Well, by about 3pm anyway, which is when Ian rang me and asked him if I was talking to him. I pointed out that if he's answered the four (fore, phwoar, phoore?)phone (fone, faun, fawn?) calls I'd made to him yesterday, I needn't have called Rick (Wick, Wicki, Wixter?) yesterday. So yes, I'm talking to him. Not now obviously because I'm writing this. But earlier.



What a senseless waste of human life.
Oh he was OK? Thank Goodness

Tomorrow is the day after the penultimate day of the event. So the last day then. And the car's in good shape, Ian, Sheila, Kate, Jason, Richard are in good shape. Rick's a shape too, but I said 'prolate' two days ago and according to the 'no repeats for 72 hours rule' I'm not allowed to say it on Wednesdays. Tune in tomorrow.

Wish the Dogs well - tomorrow's D-D-D-Day (Dog's Done Duning Day)

Ta Ta. - Whoops - BIG clue!