Photo shoot

Tues.26.05.10. Early this morning Alfred Derbyshire has provided the exact 4mm countersunk slot headed bolts, Graham at Life’s has offered the four cushioned pads as well as the correct retaining screws. Funny old world.

Fri.28.05.10. Today I have collected the newly glazed windscreen from Reg Caldwell for £58.75. So far I seem to have got away with the deception: but we shall see. I suspect Jo knows the truth because it was she that answered the call from Reg informing me that the unit was ‘ready’ for pickup

Later in the afternoon I re-created an original photo shoot outside my parent’s house that was first taken in 1989. The vehicle is parked in the road outside the house: Gemma sits on the wall accompanied with my folks who stand near the gate post. For an additional ‘update’ Gemma was then joined by her immediate family Paul, her husband, Sam the first born and Alex the new born.

Mon.31.05.10. Cockney Mick had been in a strange secretive mood throughout Sunday afternoon incoherently rambling on about speculative rumour, unsubstantiated accusation liberally sprinkled with doses of baseless innuendo concerning his financial state. 

Thankfully spending a great deal of time in France his demise has pretty much washed over me; but, in his absence, this evening the sad details of his situation had been scrutinised by CSI’s best, Lowtie and Chris, plus the gloating Captain Salty. His business seems have gone tits up due in the main to the global economic turn down which has caused mayhem in the ‘building’ trade. The 500 SL Merc has gone, both cafes have been repossessed, the ownership of his house appears doomed, ‘friends’ have evaporated, the little work he has helps to pay off some small debts as well as keeping the wolves from the door.

The first assault came from Salty who claimed ‘never ever’ to have trusted him, graciously adding that he owed David £6000 for ‘back rent’, next was Lowtie who chipped in with information that Doctor Dave had stumped up £7000 to keep him afloat, Chris mentioned that if he had squeezed money out of Mad John Jimmy the Axe would affect retribution, Andy Lewis had to change the locks of ‘Bensons’ informing the staff that tomorrow they didn’t have a job, past wages of £2500 would not be paid, finally, Rembrandt who had painted both café establishments without payment, concluded that he knew that Mick hadn’t a pot to piss in; he is completely on his arse, gasping for air, belly up. The knives had been sharpened his fate had been sealed. When he does return from his ‘work’ in Cambridge his reception could be frosty. From harmless braggart he has morphed into cunning, sly fox, reaping as he has sown: but as I have found out from experience, there is always another side to the story.

The conversation did eventually move onto the remarkably good news that ‘Dubarra Reef’, the syndicate pub racehorse had won his first race, romping home in the 2.30 at Redcar at 100 to 30. The Doc along with Kerry, Katie Glover, Ash, Platty and old Bill had travelled up this morning to cheer on the nag. They planned to remain there for the night in a local hotel ‘wining and dining’. With this result I feel sure that at least two tins of chunks could be cracked open.

Chris and I have made another definitive plan finish the car.