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Ok, to save me the hassle of contacting DVLA, does anyone know how the new sorn laws are meant to affect things that had no need for sorn before.?
Like, say, if you had a bike or car that hadn't been on the road since before sucha time, you didnt need a sorn for it and dvla would not give you one, only for vehicles after that date ( either tax em or sorn em)

Are they now saying we need a sorn for every thing regardless of when it was last on the road.
Also as a seperate issue, if you have a vehicle that IS taxed but not insured you are meant to get that sorned now.

I am confused, but dont want me vehicles crushed and a big fine.. or a small fine.

If you haven't seen this... Please do. This is probably the funniest thing I have seen for a while.
enjoy.
Ultimate Dog Tease

Well, The "Pontyates Probiscus's" roving reporter Taffy Mab Scrote, and his trusty photographer the lovely and yet elusive Pollyana Period- Pantz, were out and about in the village today, on the scene of a very scary early morning Zombie attack at the site of a normally quiet graveyard.
The "Pontyates Probiscus " is (for those unfamilier with the Welsh) the "eyes and ears " of the village community.

Arriving on the scene of a partially successfull zombie repulsion, it was soon ascertained that an extremely brave motorist had used her familly's inadequate vauxhall as a battering ram against a "horde" of zombies that were attempting to climb out of the graveyard over the retaining wall.

Eye witness "Dai ab pugh ap price mab Jones" (by way of stepsister) confirmed " I had a urinary tract infection and definately not prostate trouble so I couldn't sleep you see?" (normal welsh dielect requires a question at the end of each statement that is both aquisitory and yet has no answer.)
 
He went on to explain; " so I was walking the old boy,( much to my relief  he pointed to his dog) wasn't it? and I seen em, coming over the wall from where the dead people normally are sleeping quiet isn't it?
Right queer do too, and proper scary to be had, I be telling you. Fair play to the Lady driver, she managed to squash a few onto the wall there isn't it? But the rest went off down the hill."
Asked about the whereabouts of the squashed zombies, Dai ab pugh ap price mab jones pulled me to one side and whispered " the old bill wasn't it, they had on those rubber gloves, frightened of the infection you see? Took all the evidence in special plastic bags isn't it?"

Whilst Pollyana took photos of the "ground zero" scene, your intrepid roving reporter broke the terms of a current court  injunction; and emailed Milla Jovovich to inform her that in all probability the Umbrella corporation had miss-appropriated the T virus into  Plaid cymru's hands and as a consequence it was now mutating in Pontyates, believing that the inclusion of Pollyanas photographic evidence in the email, would indeed secure Milla's vital help before the infection got out of hand.

Furthermore, I informed her, "It's urgent too" as yours truly had noticed, that if you "click" to make the photo  of the graveyard big , you will clearly  see  The Immortal name "Aviation flyer"

This (I emphasise most strongly) is NOT a stonemasons mistake; it is the name of a man from Victorian times, who had the most scientifically baffling ability to actually fly small distances usually accomplished after Chapel on a Sunday morning, allthough not exlusively, there being recorded an incident of minor levitation after a quarrell concerning a halibut. Gossip and rumour of the day that "Aviation flyer" was just practising a cleverly adapted Victorian "leaping" technique have been dissmissed as "pure jealousy"

"The greatest fear," I stated in the email to Milla, "is that should "Aviation flyer" be amongst the escapee zombies,  the infection will become Airborne"

Local arable Farmer and chicken inseminator Gwillum "I beat cancer so far" Price Ab Morgan, went further than most in his unsolicitated statement to the Pontyates Probiscus by shouting "I'm aving none of that, I aint, isnt it? and emphasised his view point by brandishing his antique, trusty   "Hippy shooting" gun, hurredly retrived from the  back of his untaxed 4X4. pointing it in the general (but not exclusive) direction of the graveyard, he yelled " call me old fashioned , or even a Welsh nationalist if you likes, but I believe the dead should stay dead, regardless of all the modern ways of thinking and  fancy trendy things like mobile phones, toasters, and roller skates."

Realising that outside the confines of the village , the whole country was busy being charged £416.32 per person for the cost of a wedding that they were not even invited to, it occurred to the staff at the Pontyates Probiscus that a larger and wider outbreak of the "infection" could have consequences for the Royal occasion.
Should the infection reach Windsor before Friday, and should the Queen Mother become undead, (again) she could (possibly) naturally gravitate to westminster Abbey, Moreover, Should Princess Diana also become undead, then it is also conceivable that she too would heave herself there albeit in a slow yet methodical way.
It is a well documented fact that zombies are drawn to crowds of people, and it is advised that all royal spectators on Friday keep a sharp look out for Zombies instead of mindlessly waving at rich folk.

If the Queen Mother and Diana evade the  security perimeter around the Abbey , and infect the revellers , it will still be possible to pick out the blushing bride, as she will be the zombie in the Primark dress with the label removed.
 At the time of going to press, it is calculated that the number of "infected" within the village of pontyates ( not including John "the alky" who just walks like a Zombie as is his way) could be as high as 16.
The lady car driver (who can not be named for ongoing inquiries with the pubs landlord) escaped with slight injuries to her daughter and Ipod , the bite marks came from her uncles dog that sometimes "nips when excited but is only playing and doesn't mean any harm."
The vauxhall car that was being driven was declared a "totall loss" by the farmers union insurance group, as well as Jeremy Clarkson when Top gear road tested the same model in 1978.

It is duly noted that it is certainly cheaper to not go to the wedding than to go to it.
In a secretly leaked document to the Pontyates Probiscus , we can now show how much pressies that are on "Prinnys List" will cost. Pressies that are not on "Prinnys List" no matter how well coloured in they are or even how carefully wrapped will not be tolerated.
Prinnys List;
A big sailing yachty thing like Paters but better; £10,000,000,000.
A man to make my pants be on me in the morning; £72,000 per annum.
An Antique Persian rug for "rug slidey" parties at our new home;£67,000.
Our new home ; £800,000,000 per annum.
Helicopter, whirley -whurly £ TBA.
A man to make my pants be orf me at night:£74,000 per annum.
Dancing bear, £ 34,000 per annum.
An Elton John in a box £?
Lords and Ladies "a leaping" (well you may get that free, but techniqually it is "flying")

First off, I feel that I should point out, that out of all the folk in the world, who should undertake to review a book written by a traffic officer , I would probably be considered the last person qualified to do so.
After all, I have never tried to understand these guys, but have endevoured to avoid them at all costs, and when that has failed, it has allways ended in a manner that has made me want to avoid them better next time........
That said, I knew that to give a fair account of the book, I had to put many pre-conceived notions, and many hard earnt prejudices aside.... after all, writing a book takes time and effort, and we all have a story to tell, if we want ours heard, we should give a fair hearing to others.
So,
Saturday morning at 10.30 am I sat down with "Prisoners, Property, and Prostitutes" by Tom Ratcliffe (Rupert B's pen name, or if you are really clever " nom de plume")

I admit totally that it "may" have been the "label on the tin" Visa vie the "prostitutes" part of the title, that initially drew me in, coupled with the picture on the front of the book that did indeed seem to portray a "lady of the night"
In this instance,
I should not have "judged a book by it's cover" but feel compelled to point out, in my defence that some books should be judged by their covers, say for instance "The cb750 K2 parts manual" where you would correctly expect to see numbered parts of the cb750 K2 model of Honda motorcycle, and not find Nigella Lawsons recipes.

Anyways, I had "jumped to conclusions" again, and had only just got the book; mistake.

I quickly realised, that this was a book written in an engaging way, and also, in a language that anyone can access and understand, but also, that I had let my brew go cold, which was a sign I was totally  absorbed in the book.......

Furthermore, I was soon bursting out laughing, randomly at the contents....I do not want to give the plot away any so I will have to be carefull just what I say here...

I never knew for instance, it was possible for the police to "damage" deceased elderly folk in the manner that is described....

Or that Mortuaries are used as "playgrounds" where some Hideously  funny practical jokes are played upon the unwary for the amusement of all who are "in on it"

I had "suspected" that High powered 140MPH plus traffic cars, were sometimes used in a way that may be deemed as "un-appropriate"
In this respect, my suspicians were not only confirmed, but Bolstered, but in the most unusual of ways, as I hadn't expect the traffic police to do these particular things when bored in the middle of the night.

By three "O" clock in the afternoon, I was half way through the book, many brews had gone cold, I had been told off by the misses for constantly "dinging" my brew in the microwave.... and had failed to do anything else that day except read the book.

The CID's "old-school" ways of extracting information, are touched upon, and in these particular instances, even they are Hilarious...albeit (sadly) Politically incorrect today an all that...

The Author, got into the force "by accident rather than design" but once accepted, all he wanted to do, was drive one of those very fast cars, with no one breathing down his neck telling him what to do, with the genuine hopes that he would get to help folk......

Which he succeeded in doing, What he didn't expect though, was that attending so many fatal Road traffic accidents, would eventually take it's toll, in a way that cannot be predicted in advance.

And it is this, more than anything else for me, that portrays so well a "Human" element of frailty and vulnerabilty, mostly never , ever seen by the public at large...

And on a completely different level, I recognised, that the Humour and  Practical jokes were a "common denominater" between the Authors life and my own, in so much as they were and are essential tools in the fight to "ward-off" the damaging affects of overexposure to excessive trauma.

I finished the book at 10.30 ish at night,
and realised,
I had spent all day saturday, 12 hrs ... reading a book written by a Traffic Patrol Officer, and whats more,
had totally enjoyed it, a day well spent.
I had also, almost forgoton to whine on about the lack of prostitutes..
And that, for me, is not only unusual, but means I can Honestly Recomend This Book..

Available at amazon in normal book form and on "Kindle"  The electronic ebook thing that I havent got.














 

 

On Facebook if you make some toast, you have to tell everyone and then they will go and make some toast too. If they Ask "what are you having on your toast?" It's probably best to say "I don't know my annonymous friend, what are you having?" If they say "cheese" you can say "oh how lovely, you are clever, I think I will have cheese too" This will certainly please them and they will stay your friend.

On facebook, it is very important to have nearly 5,000 friends, because then when someone else wants to be your friend, a box comes up that says "sorry you cannot be this persons friend, because they allready have the maximum amount"

On facebook, you must memorise the following sentence "It's Okay don't worry, I am sure things will get better for you, things like this have a habit of working themselves out"
You have to use this sentence everyday when your friends are depressed, then they will stay your friends.

On facebook, if you go to sleep you must tell people so that they stay your friends.

On facebook, the following may be your friends......

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Guys, have any of you restored your clocks on a cb750K2? if so, what faces did you use, what colour for the tip of the needles, and what finish for the black cases themselves? All and every input gratefully received...  also if using a replacement speedo, any thoughts on changing the milage to what was on the original one? Is this OK even? Thanks. oh forgot to mention...all the above for as near concourse restoration as possible...mostly.

Thought I would post these pics up of me tank painting....
First off, I got the old girls tank back to bare metal....
It tried to trick me immediately...paint stripper would not touch it, someone had done the tank in a rock hard synthetic that was impervious to stripper..... So, as the tank had been dry for ages and there was not the slightest smell of fuel....out with the hot air gun.. this took the paint off like I was wiping butter off it so to speak....
I left the cap on at this stage as it was an old cap and I had a new replacement, so it didnt matter if it got scratched  and I left it on so debris and dust would not get inside the tank.
Anyways,
I got it back to bare metal, and it just needed a couple of very small imperfections filling and sanding....
For some reason, at this point I was working on the floor, This is a habit I have had since childhood, and ruins my clothes, In the last "bare metal" photo you can see I have a Cig and a brew to my left; This means that I have either finished one process, Or that I am thinking.
I had a big red jumper on because it was cold when I first went out and I had the garage door open for maximum real daylight.... After loads of flatting I got hot and started to sweat, my hair sticking to my head, but was so involved in the tank, I neglected to take off excessive red jumper...(in case you wondered)
Anyways,
The "bringer of the brew" told me off for scrabbling on the floor again, , So whilst having said brew I devised a plan for the next stage...
A simple plank of wood from the window ledge to a pair of step ladders was erected, and this served two functions; Function (a) It supported the tank so it could be primered from all sides including underneath.
(b) it was just the right height to spray paint at, and, an electric heater could be used underneath, both before, during and after any painting, keeping the job hot and driving any possible humidity away.
The primaring is pretty self explanitory.
Two or three good coats and 600 grade wet and Dry (used Wet) in between plenty of soapy water...DO not, DO NOT, let wife/girlfriend/mother into garage at any point with a polishing cloth or pledge/mr.sheen at any point.... any hint of "silicones" in the vacinity will wreck your work...Tell em to clean out their car another day.
Onwards.
Wife/ girlfriend/ mother will however have been in the garage before you and done "woman polishing things"
SO,
When wet flatting primer., Allways use hot soapy water with washing up liquid in. WITHOUT FAIL.
This will keep the job grease free and reduce the risk of inadvertant silicones...
After wet flatting, allow to dry , and with a TACK cloth in one hand and an airline blow-nozzle in the other, gently blow and tack off the wet flatting white dust thats now dried on the job.
Forgot to mention,
Looking for something that just fit in the tank-filler-hole snug, I found a toilet roll middle was just the job, with a couple of winds of masking tape round it to make it just so, it wedged in there and didn't move any during the whole job.
Heres the piccs up to and including primer.

Well after an enormous pause ( 2 years) in the restoration of my 1973 cb750 k2, I guess its time to get back on track..... having dug out the crankcases.... I need to find a source for "cloud silver" in the UK.. Hmmm.. I dont want to do the cases with a rattle can, as any potential fuel leaks will just wreck the job. Hmmm.. I have a compresor and spray guns.. just need a source for cloud silver... Hmmmm... any one solved this one? Although it is a concourse restoration, I am getting to the point of "near enough will do" but everything else  (so far) is perfect it would be a shame not to get the exact colour. hmmm. (notice how I spelt "colour" that was to put folks off from the states telling me where they get it from!!! lol, no one will ship it by the way!)
Ah well, maybe someone does know where to obtain this, and will tell me in return for a vey funny joke about Jordan (katy price) that is totally NOT politically correct...... one never knows...