1977 El Camino

Oh thank the lawdy.

Well done Bstard. You don't post often but when you do it really counts.

No naughty cornering allowed on page 14. Page 13 was a lapse of judgement brought about by all the preservatives and e-numbers in christmas snacks.

From here on... This are Sirius thread.

Minor bit of progress today. Triggered by the fact I live with three women, and women can get moody and cranky, and I'd had enough of that for one weekend so off I went to the workshop.

Did some more skim fillering on the bare patches down each side of the rear bed.

When doing the door, Elky very patiently showed me how to put down filler neatly so as to avoid having additional work to do sanding it all back.

It was good to learn those skills.

However, that was three weeks ago and I have a terrible memory.

So I slapped it on like Mary Berry icing a Victoria sponge on a skid pan whilst high on crack.

Then I sanded it back and ... oh man it felt so good.

I worked it. I worked the materials. I was Michelangelo, Renoir... I was Henry Moore, Roger Moore, Roger Roger, over and out.

I achieved such a sublime state of one-ness with the sanding block, the filler and the panel, that the shaping became something more like a spiritual negotiation at the molecular level than merely huffing a sanding block back and forth.

Two hours passed like 30 seconds. It was quasi-orgasmic. A tantric state of mutual understanding, of wordless communion, of cosmic give and take. In my mind Kate Bush sang about stepping out into a sensual world, whilst dry-humping my leg in a seethru leotard.

It was a meditation on shaping, I was breathing deeply, lost in total focus, doing my work with transcendent mastery.

Then Elky bought me a cup of tea, told me it looked like sh*t, and that it was time to leave. So I pulled my trousers up and left.

Back tomorrow though. I'm going to nail it, hard, like a total pro.

Hmmmmmm not sure it’s that easy for all of us

I grew my hair long in my early twenties, chiefly because my younger sister said I couldn’t.

I think I managed a bit under four years without having it cut. It was more than halfway down my back.

One day I just decided I’d had enough and had it all cut off. I’m not sure I could be bothered these days, and early shifts looking like you’ve been dragged through a hedge would be tiresome.

For my records this is a lovely colour combo...



I wonder if my particular metallic blue would sit as nicely with an ivory white.

*tickles the cornicing with a feather duster*

I'm reluctant to get involved here.

It's like bonfire night when you've had a dud firework and just lobbed it onto the fire but it didn't quite make it. It's too hot to pull out but now you're too close to push it further in.*

The next thing the thread has gone off somewhere you didn't mean it to.

But, the one (and about only**) thing my son and I agree on, having both been through the long hair phase in our various youfs is, if you have to worry about it in the morning, it's too long. Number two's (haircuts, I mean) rule.

And I looked a tosser long, with curly at the front and straight at the back - I blame adoption. Who knows whose genes?

He did too, but blamed me. I couldn't blame adoption for that!

We'd probably also have agreed once about the joys of Kate Bush in a see through leotard, although we'd also agree now, maybe not so much.

So, in fact yes, there's loads we agree on.

Thanks for opening my eyes.

Love the Camino though.

What was the question?

* Of course, doing a public display, I'd never even consider this, no siree.

** We both like foreign ladies as well. His is Spanish. Mine? Do I need to say more?

Light on the horizon? I won't say at the end of the tunnel, that'll bring the inevitable railway responses.

Page 15 is coming up fast people. Get those hair stories in quick before it's too late.

The only time in my life have been actually attractive to females is when I was 18/19 and had long hair. I got told a lot I looked like Shaun Ryder, who also had long hair at the time.

Now, Old Shaun is no supermodel, and neither am I, but something about Shaun appealed to the girls at the time, so I did very well for myself as a "he'll do" substitute.

I don't expect to relive those heady days again though. For one thing I'm married and for another... have you seen what Shaun Ryder looks like these days!?!?!

Sounds like you were rigid with excitement?