Death of Team mate

I got a reather strange text message from my rugby coach on Monday telling me that there was a funneral on Thursday and all where ask to attend.

At the time of the text I was getting of a plan to attend the Citrix IFORUM in Edinburugh.  So when as my wife to check out the club website and see what was going on.

When She told me who it was I was shocked,  it was one of the guys i trained with, he was only 31 years old.  I then phoned my Coach to find  out what had happed. He told me that they where playing touch and he had just scored a try and then had a massive hart attack.

I attended his funneral on Thursday Morning.  Everyone who was there was still in shock over what had happened and couldn’t beleive it.  He will be sadly missed at the culb and at training.

Quick update

Ok so november is dead and gone, infact its been so long since I last updated my Blog it only 5 months until November again.  SO whats been happening.

1) Christmas and new year – all good drank and eat to much

2) Rugby Team wone the Leuage again, 1st won they leauge and the 2nds got Promotted as well.  Was a good year for the club.  Worst injury was 6 staples in my head at the last game of the seasson.  Tippicall of me.

3) Due to the world somehow lossing all its money th company I work for has had to make people redundant, and I’ve survived.

4) Enjoying second year of marrage and still totally in love with my wife.

Wake my up when November ends.

Ok so November has just past.  Probable not one of my grater months this year.  It had some really good hi points, and on the other hand it a few lows.

As I’m one of these people who doesn’t really see the point in good news first lets start with the LOW.

I only made it to about 3 training sesions, due to a number of facter mostly life getting in the way.  On one occation I was in england removing the computer from a company that had gone under.  Missed another two training sessions due to have a havey cold and I couldn’t breath while walking let along trying to run.  The rest tie in not so nicely with november.

What else went wong.  Last week I fell off my beloved motorbike.  OK so it the replacement bike I’m riding while mine get the engine over hall, bit I love that bike as well, it is ssssooooo sweet to ride and is a bit of a huligan when its want to be. 
Anyway I fell off due to hitting the brakes to hard. I took my eyes off the road for a split second in rush hour traffic and then i look back the brake lights of the 4X4 in front came on, I hit the bracks, the bike start to lock up, I release them to stop a slide. Thought to my self more back and less font I can controle this. But I paniced (classic school boy error) pulled on the front to hard and lost the font end.  On some damage to bike, like the gear leaver, indacators.
  To put it onto perspective i was only doing about 10-15 mph.  Luckly I didn’t put the handle bars into the petrol tank.  I got the bike start and had fot it into first gear, that was a fun rider for about 8 mile with only first gear only getting to about 20 mph.  I walk away with a few bruses but a least I walk away.  And to top all off it was Tuesday night, yet another rugby taining session missed.

Then on Thursday of last week my Shower started to leak.  I got a call from a very distrought wife as it was leaking into the kitchen.  As her dad was collection her for work (due me having the car because I felt like jumping off my bike on Tuesday) he agreed to come round on thurdays night to look at to.  We tryed to see if there was any way it would be selant around the shower but no joy. We then realize that we would have to lift floor boards but due to Lynsey dad having to work a strang shift patter for BT that week we left that until the weekend. 

So when he was round we decied to bleed a readitor (due to Lynsey’s distrust of my DIY stills) all went well.  That was until firday morning, there was no hot water.  I though this was odd as we have Pheniox gas, then it came to me Bleeding the rediator depressises the system and we have to put the press back in to keep the flame lit.  Now this is at 6.45 in the morning and I’m due in Befast at 8.30. So Lynsey hears my banging around the house and asks whats wrong, I tell her and then off to my fokes house as they have two shower and are on their way to work. 
So I get after work I get home are put the pressure back in the Gas system and all is good.

Saturday Morning rolls round Lynsey goes to work and then her dad appears to help figure out where this blood leak is.  So floor boards are lifted in the bathroom, dry a  bone, where the hell is the blood leak. We notice loose floor board in the landing and decided to take a look at those to see what is going on.  Lift them on theres the blood leak all right and by the looks of plaster board its been leaking for some time.  Still cant find it in the shower, we ask my dad to have a look.  By now it 2pm on Saturday.  The rest of the day is spent sealing the shower and the taps on the shower until we are happy theres no way in hell water is going any where other than down the drain.

Ok now for the good points of November and compaire to the lows it really wasn’t a bad moth.

Fist off I turn 29, yes one more year and I’m 30. To be honus getting older doesn’t bother me at all, after all I dont feel any older then when I went to uni, and I think I act the same way.

Also I Celabrated my first wedding aniversy with Lynsey.  Not at anything has really changed since we moved in togther about 3 years ago.  Except the mail now reads Mr and Mrs instead of Graham and Lynsey. 

Taking all things into condideration November wasn’t really a bad month. OK apart for the jumping off my motorbike and the shower it was ok.

Motorbike Madness

Ok in the last 3 weeks I’ve had 3 different motorbikes to ride.
The first is my long time suffering motorbike, a Kawasika GPX 750R, It a butifull running bike and is a rocketship for a 20 year motorbike. The enginee is sweet, it delivers 106 BHp so easily and had always make sure that I return from my journy. I most admit there have been time when it has nearly been on ebay, but then I remember or I am reminder (mostly by the bike) why I don’t carry out that threat. Yes like any ageing machinical device it has issues, sometime it wont start, sometimes it losses a bit of power, but when it is going. GOD ITS A GOOD BIKE and I wouldn’t swap it for the world.
AHH I have you all cry! Then way have you had three bikes in 3 weeks??? Then answer is simply. After at leats 3 years of on and off run, and probably many before that, my dad has decided that it is time to rebuild the enginee to fix a crank change thing. I learnt some the maths and theory but every ask me to put it into practice as it a case of: Hand me that spring thingy with metal bit on it and then that thing that looks like a screw drive, what its call again, Oh yeah a screwdriver.

Onto Bike number 2. My Dad’s pride and joy, a Red, Honda BlackBird, 1100cc sports tourer. Ok its twice as heavy, about a third extra cc and so many hoursey’s that it took my eyes a week to leave the back of skull after the first ride on it. The Blackbird was the first bike to reach 200 MPH (road leagel) and keep on going. Now I’m not stupided enought the try to get it to go that fast, plus theres not enought streight road in Northern Ireland to let get to that speed and stop agian.
I degress, you can imagine my delight when my dad give the keys to his baby instead of the FZR 750R Yamaha he has. Well I road it for about two weeks. It was like going from a auid TT to a Ferrori, the responce of my dads bike was amazing, all you had to do was twist the throutal slightly and you where you to 60 in second gear and it want to keep going. Even in 6th all you did was twist the throutle and she went and want to keep giving you power, and the noise form the twin exchust. OMFG at about 3000 RPM it was the low bassy rumble, and it never and I mean never screamed at you, it just got slightly higher and growled as you accelerated. It was a noise that only god himself could have approved. If I was a petrol head I think I would have compaired it to sex, but I’m not so alought it was very horny sound it was nowhere near sex.
As you can gess I love the bike, but it does have down sides, like I was shitting myself incase anyone scratched the bike as the paint is in the fiber of the fairing an not ontop like most paint jobs. It is a really haevy bike when you are trying to get into its centre stand, but those are bout it.

Onto bike number 3. Back to a Kawasaki GPX but this time its the younger brother of mine, it a 600 R. This bike is in mint condition and for 19 year old it great. I’ve been on it for 1/2 week but it feel really nice, the power deliver is a lot smother then the 750 (hopefull this enginee rebuild will cure that). It handles really well, but that about it for 3 days riding. Like the others it does a downside, its size to start with, after my dads sports tourer felt like I had a small town between my legs, and my 750 not as wide as my dad but still not slim either, the 600 fell like I 125 or 250 in comparison, but is make it more nimble. Also I weighs a lot a less so I am able to through it onto its stand. The other downside is the note form the exchust, it not the dirty sexy noise of the blackbird its more like the noise of its big bother a clear fress sound. BUT I can live with that after all its fast off the line than the STIG in an F40.

Soggy Socks

Ok so its tipicall Northern Ireland October, wet windy and blood cold. It that time of year when most normal people take a look into the dark morning, watch the ran bounce off the window and work out how long it is giong to take them to run to their car and how wet they are going to get.

Like I said most Normal people do that, but then I’ve never like normal.  My primary mode of transport this a Motorbike and I love it.  This morning I woke up, look at the window and though “wet gear agin for the bike, at least it not windy”. 

All was going well until about 25minute into my jurny to work.  The rain bouncing off my visor and I’m think thank god I have my wet gear and rain suit on, I nice and worm and dry.  Or was I, I suddnley fell this coldness on the top of my foot.  Strange place I know but it doesn’t anoy my to much until about 30 second later when I realize that alough my head and body are nice and dry, me feet are starting to get wet.  Not the nicess of the felling for about 10 mile my feet get wetter and wetter and wetter. 

Eventually when I get into work my feet are sooked and I dont have a change of socks.  The worst of if is I have to go though it all again on the way home and at rugby tonight.

The mornal of this soggy sock tail is:  If your going to ride a motorbike in October, bring a change of socks.

Weekend

It wasn’t one of my better weekends. Although it did have some high points.

Friday was ok, work finished at 1.30 as usual and home for 2 got the lights on my Bike sorted and off for the MOT. Got to the MOT centre about 16.45 and MOT not until 17.10. The guy finally should up about 17.20 and didn’t get his fag brake at dinner, he took one look at my bike and desided to faul it streight-away. The twat didn’t have a clue and proved it two or three times. So home not happy it failed but what can you do when a wanker said no.
Got my Rugby kit organize, while doing that my boot’s feel appart.
Dinner then bed.

Saturday morning 9.30 am phone a place that does boots and go to them when Lynsey wakes up and confunts my with a few facts, well one I dont have the cash todo it this month. I said card, lyns said no there was money that my mum gave me to get trainers with use, debuate was had I lost so cash was handed over.
13.30 I’m at the club read to get the match under way. Kick off is at 14.30 so a short training session is in order.
read about the game it was shit we wone 128-0.
Few beers in culb house, only ment to be one but got cornered and handed out tickets for a raffel and got beer for that so all good.
Home, dinner bed.

Sunday up at 6.30 to leave my Dad to the international air port so he can get a flight to Newcastle to get a new motorbike, care of EBAY.
8.30 back to bed, up about 12ish. Decied to finish cutting the hedge as it was start last week an not finished. All is going well until Lysny shout that the wire has just been cut thought.
Lyns decied that she want to try the cutting this year as she was sick of cleaning up the leaves and shit. She was pritty shacken but it, but I told her not to worry I would replace the cable adn all would be good.
Thank f&*k we had the hedge cutters through a surge protected plug socket, or it would have been worse. So it knowed out the plug circuit in the garage adn lynsey is OK. The hedge still needs finished.
Starting to worry about my dad as I havn’t heard anthing and its about 5ish. Call my mum nothing. 8.30 get a call the bike has a problem and my did getting the midnight ferry and will be Belfast at 3 in morning, mum’s a bit upset, worred etc, so i aggree to go with her to get dad.
The chargeing circuit for the battery is F*&^ed so i get my bike battery and a small took kit orgainised and aggree to meat my mum at 2.30.
Dinner bed, 2.15 alarm goes off. UP dressed, mum arrives and I’m driving to Belfast harbour to get my dad. 3.50 am I’m back in bed, dreading 6.45 when my alarm goes off to start my week.
Sleep though alarm 7am wake up get organise jump on my dads Honda Blackbird (his baby) and rip the knee out of my leather.
Today can’t get much worse can it????????

Rugby has started again.

Ok so the season kicked off three weeks ago, but with weddings and other cometments I got my first game three weeks in.
This had to be one of the biggest hipped games I’ve played in, not because we are defending our legel crown, but becuse it was the first time that a guy rugby team has played in our league.
F*(k of with all the stupid coments, Lysney has been you all to them.
It wasn’t so much a rugby match as a training session with less resestance. With in 10 minute we are 19-0 up, half time came and we where 68-0 up. At this stage it was over, dead and burried. But the Ulster Titens (the gay team) want to play the second half, so we they kick off, and we sore, and the same thing happens in about 2 minute and for next 24 minute it got like that, I think I only ran half the pitch in that game. It was embirousing, so 24 minutes in the second half the Ref (a woman, and a fantastic ref blow the finnal whissel) 128-0 to Bangor 3rd.
There was one very ironic moment in the game, I was clearing out a ruck and one other other team (in a voice that made a row of bright pink tents look manly) “for f*&k sake, take it easy”. I’m sorry thougt this was rugby???

All in all it was the most boring match that I have seen or played in, the forwards would jog or walk 5-10 meter and back for the kick off. They even fell for the same move 5 times in a row. Thats what happens when they play the straight teams.

Musical happness

Ok upuntil is was 22 I listen to music everyday of the week and very often (the pain of everyone around me) belted out my version of the Lycrics along with the turn (and ocationally I might have got near 1 note in about 5 million songs). I loved all types of music, pop, rock, metal, hip-hop, rap, you get the idea. I also just to look for answer to question in music, you could say it was like my bible that way.

Well for some reason around the time of my early 20’s I started to listen to mainly Metal and hip-hop, which in the last year has been mainly Metallica and nu-metal. I wasn’t finding answer anymore, nore was I trying to figure out anything at all.
I’ve been nothing but anger for a while now and not taking to anyone, just shouting and snapping at my friend and the ones I love.

So I was in the car driving to work and had a Meatloaf CD in hand, not ask my why. So Bat out hell 2 is blasting out of the car, and it comes to a song call “Objects in the rearview marrior may appear closer than they are” its a very reflective song. Now I’m in traffice, and stress of a**holes on the road is getting to me, but suddnly I’m can as the lyrics wash over me and I fell peaceful and happy.
On the way home I was listen to the Bad attatude album (agian Meatloaf) and the song Bad Attatude come on and it discribed how I was feeling. But after that song was over I felt lifted and happy.

The funny thing about it is that I forgot how much I loved gutior music, just hearing a gutior screem though the riffs instead of being hammered throught it like there was no tomorrow.

Now that my soul is lighten maybe I’ll be able to the list of things around the house I’ve been puttign off.

Freedom of speach.

What a load of Ballocks. Freedom to suff the net that might not be for long.

I’ve just read the latest in the BT Phrom trail, which lets face it was a TOTAL ABUSE of there Power. There is part of the arctial that realates to a statment set to The Register that give a list of way that Prom can be made ligel.
Heres the artical

We all know why this is. the goverment with the help of there money grapping bastard child BT want to find out what we are looking at, how ofter we look at it and for how long.
This would be the same government that doesn’t negotiate with terrorist, but give into the IRA. And they expect us to beleive a word they say????

Lets face it the British goverenmnet has no creidability anymore. Lets look at the last week. Labour party members dont like Gordan Brown, the speek up and ask for a leadership change. Brown hands them there P45s. That was 7 in 48 hours thats good going by anyones startards. Then after that he come to Northern Ireland and demands that Policing by run the Politions in Northern Ireland, which in clude ex member of TERRORIST orginizations, from both sides.
I mean what the Fuck is this thinking of????
Then he gets his gray haired lover Alister “I dont have a fucking clue” Darling to put out a statment telling people to get behind him as he thinks Brown can save us, after 10 years of fucking the country, raping the pension system and generally making it harder and harder to survive faniancially??

Back to the point, the British goverement are going to do sweet FA about this and even now that the EU are involved fuck all will be done.
Looks like Phrom is coming and three big ISP will be looking for new customer when it does.

Human Rights my ass

People are going to far in the human rights argument. I have just read and artical on the BBC website that pissed me off.
Here is the jest. Lawyer has hostages for 5 hours, police try to get into his house, he shots that them, police do there job and shoot back, lawyer dies.
So he know what would happen if he took hostages.
No his sister want a high court review to see if the police entering his house is leagl or not under the human rights act.

My personal feeling on this one is IT WAS FUCKING LEGAL. He had gun, hostages and was depressed. If he had of killed a hostage and the police did nothing then the police would have been critasizes for acting sooner.
Fuck it the police where doing there job, the last thing any police office want to do to is shoot anyone, after all his job is to prevent things like that but if someone shoots that them then they have the right to defend themselfs.
I know police offices and it fuck me off when they police come underfire for doing there job.

Its even tougher for them in NI as they get FUCK from every angle do matter what they do.
Artical like this really get blood boiling. It enven worse when middle and upper class fuckwits who have never seen the terror of volience, see it for the first time and then try to blame everyone else for it except the person who was at fault.

If i were the judges in this case it would be a case of FUCK OFF he was a danger to other police in the right case dismissed.

To everyone who disagress with me, and i know you are out there, I dont give a FUCK what you think. Human rights only works for the bastards who can work the system or commit crime in the first place. It doesn’t work for anyone esle and if you disagree look at africa, all the human rights attrosites that happen to inocent people out there and what happens to the people who commit those acts, FUCK ALL.

If you disagree dont bother post a reply as I’m only going to ignor you.