The Joys Of Living In The Arse End Of The World
January 14, 2012 | 
Author That being Australia, have you seriously tried to get overseas TV channels that actually work for greater than 10 minutes without crackin’ up or shittin’ itself completely??? If you can get TVChile and Chilevision in Australia and it’s NOT supplied bt UBIWorld TV, lemme know coz ever since they took over from Select TV the service has gone to shit – I’ll be fucked if I know why I actually still pay ‘em, maybe it’s in the hope that they’ll sort their shit-house service out.
Well, Here We Go Again
Bloody summer, I HATE IT!
Summer in the Northern Hemisphere is like winter here in Oz – well that’s a slight exaggeration, it may be a tad warmer but compared to here it’s nothing. It’s now back to air conditioners, cold showers and that’s at night GRRRRR.
Plus it slows stuff down i.e. me doin work on the Bonneville, it gets so bleeding ‘ot in the shed ya gotta wander outside to get a bitta fresh air and wipe the sweat off. Just on the Bonneville, it’s got an annoying rattle in the top end that I just gotta find and fix. Pulled the front cam out to double check the anti-backlash gear, reset that now I’m changing all the stupid torx screws for allen head bolts in the cam blocks – damn stupid idea are them torx screws.
The only other things I need to do are fit the Lucas tail light, the short Lucas blinkers and the Ped Slicer 
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Tags: Allen Head, Bonneville, Motorcycle, Summer, T100, Torx, Triumph | 
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Band Reviews
Going through the list of stuff I’ve got most of which a lot of you have probably never heard of, I thought I might start this series of band reviews to enlighten those that seek enlightenment .
Not only does it give me a chance to slow my brain down it’ll also give me a chance to listen to stuff I ain’t ‘eard in eons ;) so with that this is the first of no doubt many.
Band: Brainticket
Country of Origin: Germany 1968
Genre: Tripper Rock, Kraut Rock, Psychedelic Rock
This is a band that at first listening seems to be nothing more than a German version of Atomic Rooster, until that is you just let the album play in this case it’s Cottonwoodhill.
I’ve often wondered where all the drugs went in the late 60′s early 70′s but now I know – Germany!! While the likes of Deep Purple, Atomic Rooster, Bloodrock et al were forming the basis of a semi static genre Brainticket were slipping from genre to genre and back again – plus combining them all – including classical. With Cottonwoodhill you are taken on a definate LSD inspired trip involving repetitive heavy Hammond, deep bass lines and spoken word in the form of a semi non-sensical poem – well it seems non-sensical because I can never keep up with her.
If I were to compare them to anyone they would be a mix of King Crimson, Atomic Rooster (latter e.g. Made In England), Pink Floyd (early e.g. Relics/Ummagumma) and early Jethro Tull oh and I supppose you could throw in some Hawkwind and Frank Zappa for his mindless wanderings.
The band was formed in Germany in 1968 with members from a number of different European countries and to the best of my knowledge released 7 albums spread over essentially 4 decades – the albums are:
Cottonwoodhill (mk I)
Psychonaut (mk I)
Celestial Ocean (mk I)
Adventure (mk II)
Voyage (mk II)
Alchemic Universe (2000) (mk III)
Live In Rome 1973 (2001) (mk I)
A brief Google search told me the following. As of August 2011 the band re-formed or should I say one original member re-created the band and is currently touring the US.
So how would I rate this band? Well unless you are in to the likes of King Crimson or Hawkwind or Pink Floyd then you will probably struggle with them, on the other hand if you like the tripper/psychedlic stylings of Pink Floyd’s “Several Species Of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together In A Cave Grooving With A Pict” you will probably take to Brainticket. If you like the random key/style changes of King Crimson’s “Great Deceiver” you will probably like Brainticket.
Out of 10 I’d only rate them a 7 as even though I’m a King Crimson, Pink Floyd fan, Brainticket take it to the extreme in regards to genre crossing.
Brainticket on Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVjrva6Nx3Y
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David’s Triumph
A young lad said to his father one day, “dad everyone say’s their bike is the best etc, but yours is the only one in the bible.”
His father replied. “How so mate?”
He said “it says in the bible that David’s Triumph could be heard through out the land.”
I’m At It Again :P
Sold the Sporty – I’m not a Harley person to be honest and with that said it went 
I’ve now got myself a 2001 Triumph Bonneville in Forest Green and Silver, and am totally stoked!!
Granted it’s got 66,000 on the clock (Klm’s not Miles) but to look at it it looks like it just rolled off the showroom floor. Not only are the Bonnies a great looking bike they also handle so this one is a def keeper for sure.
This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.
Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot.
At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers;they had fetty sweet and fatty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go.
Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and digbicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity.
At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. “Mist all chucking frighty!!!” said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks,so dropping her slass glipper.
The very next day, the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella’s door and the sugly isters let him in.. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart.. “Who’sfust jarted?” asked the prandsome hince. “Blame that fugly ucker over there!!” said Mary Hinge.
When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk.
Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly..
Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny.
Acredited to Ronnie Barker