tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37364472008-01-11T11:21:55.839ZYonnernoreply@blogger.comBlogger427125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1143130448176297632006-03-23T16:12:00.000Z2006-03-23T16:14:08.190Z

Here are some extra photos for you to see The bonnet suffered a very minor bit of discolouring. I'm sure it will wash off though. Here is the boot of the car. The spare tyre is still there in its original case. I've never opened it so I don't know if the tyre inside is new A view of the inside. Pretty standard I think. It's all there apart from the radio which has been panelled over. This

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1142001400567624812006-03-10T14:36:00.000Z2006-03-10T14:39:01.830Z

Here is the Reliant Rialto Car Manual. I was lucky enough to get it from eBay (item #4617509860). They are very very rare and if you look on eBay today you won't find any for sale. It took me months to find mine. And of course, here's my car :)

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1093786912175974162004-08-29T13:41:00.000Z2004-08-29T16:58:20.683Z

Gaz was washing up the pots and found a big old spider. Here it is: Gross!! That's a UK 5p

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1093346716341101872004-08-24T11:22:00.000Z2004-08-24T11:25:16.340Z

Here's 5 pianos in my uncle's house. He's got 3 more in the next room and another 2 due for delivery today!!

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1093302303188925932004-08-23T23:05:00.000Z2004-08-24T11:21:33.700Z

So I spent 7 hours on my backside in my brother and wife's house today. I was showing them their wedding video which I filmed and then I ended playing the PS2 for about 2 hours. Here's the young man who kept wiping the floor with me on Gran Turismo. End Transmission

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1093215474186366232004-08-22T22:55:00.000Z2004-08-23T20:03:03.680Z

Picture says it all. We went shopping for blinds: And then we saw something stupid. It was a security camera about a million miles up in the air but it still had barbed wire around it as if someone was going to tamper with it!!

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1093215182318055352004-08-22T22:50:00.000Z2004-08-23T20:05:00.126Z

Dad made an invention for golfers. You tie 2 plastic toy golf balls together with fishing wire (about 10ft long). Then you can smack 1 ball but it doesn't go very far because the other ball holds it back. So you can practise a full power swing in your back garden

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1093004171490453282004-08-20T12:14:00.000Z2004-08-20T12:16:11.490Z

It's British Summertime Our Gazebo blew away ...so it's now been dismantled

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1092830087666143812004-08-18T11:53:00.000Z2004-08-18T11:54:47.666Z

Entered a pool comp. I got beat (as usualy) and was knocked out of first round. This guy beat me and ended up coming 2nd Winner got £25, 2nd place got £20

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1092829454577295622004-08-18T11:35:00.000Z2004-08-18T11:44:14.576Z

Went on a trip out with family & friends today to a living museum in Beamish in the North-East of England (that's near where Billy Elliot was set). Here's the pics: Ye oldie worldie bog Ye oldie worldie bus Ye olide Wordie Dentise Bench The below ham would be hung up like this for 7 years before it was ready for eating. Can you believe that? Well it's true! Here's a

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1092650515080171462004-08-16T09:57:00.000Z2004-08-16T10:01:55.080Z

Anne has galavanted off to Scotland with Paul for their honeymoon which leaves Anne's 3 kids parentless for a week. Becky and James are fending for themselves at the house whilst Hannah and Sophie are stopping at my mum and dads for a week. Here they are unwinding after a busy day at the wedding:

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1092650160320261942004-08-16T09:51:00.000Z2004-08-16T09:57:21.006Z

I got home from the wedding to find that I couldn't fit my car on my drive. I still haven't worked out why but it seemed like there were several million cars parked on my drive. So I parked around the corner instead. There was a bit of a gathering going on. Some people I knew, some people I didn't. Here's one guy that was a bit drunk and fell asleep whilst waiting for his taxi It's a

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1092415155885183782004-08-13T16:37:00.000Z2004-08-13T16:39:15.886Z

Brother Paul gets married tomorrow. Here he is sorting out what songs are going to be played at the reception dinner: Then the bride rung, clicked her fingers, and told of how she's put too much fake tan on and now looks like a "black woman" Eek!!

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1092414643269438092004-08-13T16:25:00.000Z2004-08-13T16:30:43.270Z

My girlfriend just got back from her holiday in Greece with my sister. They went for a week and their accomodation was "allocated on arrival". They were hoping for a nice quiet resort but they instead got posted to an 18-30s resort. The photo below shows the beach at 1pm. You'd expect it to be packed at this time wouldn't you but seeing as no-one goes to bed until about 5am, no-one goes on the

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1091316129103263292004-07-31T23:11:00.000Z2004-07-31T23:39:29.616Z

So today was Stag Party day for my brother, Paul. 11.30am meet at the church carpark and then onto the go-karting place up Manchester: The Main Event A test of your stamina, car control, and most importantly... your manhood - Go-Kart racing is the ultimate test. 32 drivers, about 10 marshalls and the only woman in sight was serving food in the cafe - testosterone all over the place!!!

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1091313317093620882004-07-31T22:31:00.000Z2004-07-31T22:35:17.093Z

So it's 1am and I fancy a trip to ASDA (big supermarket owned by WALMART) so we nip out through the busy bustling partying streets of Rochdale on a Friday night to go get some grub: Shopping = Much hilarity. Then we had a game of "who-can-get-the-best-secret-shot-of-the-cashier-woman". Here is my entry below: Gaz took a couple using his cameraphone so I'll try and post his

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1091229219277400842004-07-30T23:09:00.000Z2004-07-30T23:13:39.276Z

We have noisy neighbours, but I quite like it like that because it makes it easier to mingle with them and our other neighbours. There's nothing worse than a whole street that never speaks to it's neighbours. Our street is fun. Here's Martin (2 doors down) trying to kick start a motorbike. He got it started and went round the block (about 1/2 mile) but then stalled at the end of our road and

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1091228990758595592004-07-30T23:05:00.000Z2004-07-30T23:09:50.760Z

Liz is looking after her friend's house whilst they are away on holiday so she invited us round for tea (or dinner if you are a american or a posh brit). She made us a nice dish of mash, vegetables and lamb chops. Then we sat around chatting about nothing much and I kept yelping with pain due to my painful snowboarding-on-grass crash earlier today (see other story from today): The house is

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1091228712834920622004-07-30T23:01:00.000Z2004-07-30T23:15:34.800Z

So whilst we were snowboarding down grass hills on this fine summer's day (see other story from today) we got chatting to some kids on bikes who were messing about with dirt jumps. Turns out the girls are awesome dirt jumpers with no fear. The girl in the photo below had really great bike control and was getting some wicked air: That photo doesn't do her justice, she was really going fast,

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1091228491455540452004-07-30T22:59:00.000Z2004-07-30T23:01:31.456Z

Here's Gaz on the piste today: The truth is, he isn't really on the piste. We just went to the local park where the grass is green and the temperature is hot & muggy. We were looking for steep grass hills to snowboard down. We did find one but we just ended up killing ourselves over and over. My knee is really wrecking and I'm going go-karting tomorrow with a million other people. It's

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1091228356541999392004-07-30T22:57:00.000Z2004-07-30T22:59:16.543Z

So yeah, Gaz broke his arm (not really) so I just had to take a photo of it. Isn't this just a great photo? I'm loving the shadow effect that I recently learnt how to do: Awesome shadow

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1091120398883952372004-07-29T16:55:00.000Z2004-07-29T17:02:44.076Z

Yikes, these stories just get more and more boring. Here's a photo of the foam stuff that was used to package my exciting parcel And yes, you guessed it, here is the photo of the parcel contents. It's a piano action thingy - the gadget that is attached to every single key on a grand piano. There 88 of these things in every piano!!

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1091120141148036462004-07-29T16:53:00.000Z2004-07-29T17:03:34.113Z

Oh yes it did. It really did. It really certainly did indeed. This photo was taken at about 2am when I nipped out to the wheelie bin. I opened the door and the ginger cat ran across the road with evil intentions. Here's the evidence:

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1091119995595240452004-07-29T16:50:00.000Z2004-07-29T16:53:15.596Z

Here be Gaz on the comp-ee-yooter He's making flash movies and stuff and he's progressing rather well actually. Maybe I'll post some of his cartoons from time to time

Yonnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736447.post-1091119837487382462004-07-29T16:48:00.000Z2004-07-29T16:50:37.486Z

Went home to mum's house for tea where I found my old wee buddies Sophie & Hannah who were visiting for tea. At one point we were talking Big Brown Pianos and when we said "big brown" that was enough to get sophie laughing. She's only 12 and thinks poo is really funny:

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