Weds.15.11.06. I have left for France today hoping that there is sufficient in place to keep Chris happily occupied whilst I am away. I shall return on the 24th.
Mon.27.11.06. Chris has again been tidying loose ends but also he has found the odd problem with the compatibility of components. The new clutch does not match the new flywheel bought earlier from Max and the copper fuel line has been almost impossible to route around the block. The main concern however has been the lack of contact from Danny who has disappeared from the planet taking my wings with him. The stage 2 head has also not been dispatched, but I have spoken to Phil this morning who promises an immediate and overnight delivery: the total cost being £506.43.
In reflection, although these delays are agonisingly frustrating, just as any ‘slow’ build, the advantages of patience, applied order, lone contemplation far out way our usual misguided, over enthusiastic practises.
The ten-day gap has inevitably created the odd ‘Oak’ prank. The weekend in the Lakes proved to be the usual endless drinking, eating and bad singing sessions that it has always been but whilst on their jaunts a plot had been hatched by the abandoned fringe group, compiled of disgruntled, bored outcasts, who had not made Philip’s final cut.
Andy Lewis has continued to raise his own profile by concocting another jape aimed directly at excitable Lowtie. He has replicated perfectly a local authority building announcement which he professionally fastened to the front door of the derelict house next to ‘Planet Lowton’. It read “It is proposed that on this site, 56, Wigan Lane, a refuge will be constructed to rehabilitate habitual career criminals, reformed drug users, vagrants and the homeless, spent, haggard prostitutes, plus any other person wearing a shell suit and a baseball cap. Work will begin on 01.12.06. I thank you for your gracious attention, signed Percy Eccleston, Town Clerk, WMBC ”.
Returning from Keswick this notice was quickly pointed out to John who reacted typically. “The bastards will not get away with this! They’ve got some front. It was only last week I phoned the police to tell them about that fucker who is dealing drugs directly opposite my house. It’s the third time I’ve phoned them yet they still haven’t returned my call or made any sort of visit. If the council want to bring in more perverts, prossies, pimps, nonces and nancies they will have me to deal with!” To make matters worse the police have now carefully removed the offending, ‘fake’ manuscript plotting their investigation to capture the ‘international forger’ of official council documents.
This swift decisive action has further inflamed John. “It beggars belief that the police can pull out all of the stops for a straightforward ‘joke’ yet where there is genuine scum on the streets they totally ignore it. They pitched up mob handed claiming that they can retrieve finger prints or DNA from the fuckin’ laminated paper then they will proceed to study the CCTV from the hospital car park to recognise the perpetrators of this horrendous crime. They say that three offences have been committed to the case: falsely and fraudulently posting an illegal document, damaging private property and making socially unacceptable, public comments. The world has gone fuckin’ mad. The daft, feckless wankers are prepared to waste police time on a ‘pub wheeze’ than go out and catch some proper low, grubby, degenerate pond life: I fuckin’ give up!”
By this time John was exploding with incontrollable rage noticeably egged on by tolerant, PC Chris as well as pertinent and relevant Doc he continued his bemused understanding of the whole incident quoting seemingly irrational priorities compounded by rudderless direction. Meanwhile, Andy Lewis just smiled.
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