Fear not, the bike’s still there *hastily checks out of the window again*

No, I mean I’ve stolen the excellent idea on Fluffy’s blog, with nary a thought of guilt as it was stolen from someone else anyway

Song Meme

Rules:
Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!

Perhaps a somewhat eclectic mix, I selected the entire “Misc” folder in my tunage library, but here you go. I’ve helped a teensy bit by not being able to decide when to stop typing lyrics on some songs…

#1 She was just a girl, he was just a boy

#2 See that fascinating creature with perfection stamped on every feature

#3 She came from Greece

#4 I left a good job in the city

#5 There was a child named Bernadette

#6 Taaaaaaaaake myyyyyyy looooooooove aaaaaaaaaawaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

#7 I would like to leave this city

#8 You are hardcore

#9 Johnny wanna be a big star

#10 I know there’s nothing to say

#11 Ba-da-da-daaaa (oh, alright then: “Looking from the window of love�)

#12 I heard this old story before

#13 When you’re down and troubled, and you need a helping hand

#14 She wanted to test her husband

#15 There lived a certain man, in Russia long ago

#16 The air was more than human and the heat was more than hungry

#17 Thanks and praises and thanks to Jesus

#18 I don’t wanna be the kind to hesitate

#19 Stop your messin’ around

#20 Fun, baby

‹Sighs wearily after discarding numerous “unsuitable” tracks; I Gotta Boner For You by DaVinci’s Notebook being the last casualty›

A great weight has been removed from my shoulders. Today’s efforts on the Skorpion with spanner and allen-key paid off. I managed to fix the rattly exhaust, replace the blown headlamp and get her to the MOT place. The headlamp was interesting. I’ve never known a simple headlamp to cause such consternation among spare-parts staff. After searching round most of the local area I tracked one down at BSA in Southampton. £20! For a bloody lamp! Ye gods!

I tell you this, though: I very nearly gave it up as a bad job when I graunched the head of the nut holding the exhaust in place. I was > < that close to ‘phoning the future owner of the Skorpion and offering a lower price if collection is made by trailer and thus new owner could do all the bloody work. Glad I persevered, though. I only lost one temper-flung spanner over next-doors garden wall. Just hope it hit a pesky Magpie; them buggers are all over the place here.

So anyway, the Skorpion passed her MOT! Hoorah! Quite possibly the most nerve-wracking MOT I’ve had to endure, what with all the revving I could hear coming from the workshop, interspersed with the odd bout of laddish laughter. Can’t possibly have been laughing at the Skorpion. 660cc of pure East German power* and she’s a beaut. Not at all is the MZ Skorpion the Skoda of the bike world.

‹Hastily orders Pizza to celebrate›

*Alright, with a Yamaha engine.

Y’know, there’s something akin to looking at a painting for the umpty-millionth time and spotting something new, and that’s listening to Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” and noticing that beautiful yet almost silent bit of slide on a steel guitar in the choruses (my guess is that it’s a National, but I could be wrong) AS WELL AS catching the bit of violin near the end of track 4 (Wish You Were Here, natch) and recognisng the dexterity of a certain Mr. S. Grappeli*.

Man, gotta love these headphones. Nice.

‹Can you tell I have tomorrow off to play with me bike?›

*It’s true. You can look it up. Google is your friend.