I live in a camper van with a West Highland Terrier for company.
My passion is creating images but it is a work in progress.
I am always willing to share what knowledge I have and can be contacted through the comments on this post or e-mail ADRIAN

Wednesday 25 July 2018


I've had a busy day. It's scorchio, really scorchio; again. I can't recall a summer in the United Kingdom like it but there again I missed lots of summers here.
I needed some new work shirts, I got a posh shirt not long ago from Hoggs at half price but I forgot I had it on and did a bit of stick welding and it now has several little holes in the front and sleeves. The moral learnt from this occurrence is to dry the blasted rods, check what I'm wearing,wear a boiler suit or get a new wife. Three decisions too many. If this fails as it did listen to my sister.
 I used to use Oxfam, Shave the Children or Barnardo's for such things but am totally disillusioned with these so called charities. I cancelled my direct debits eighteen months ago as I decided they were working for themselves and not their customers. 
Young Hanifa is still walking fifty miles a day for water, she still has flies in her eyes. The only thing my fiver a month to Oxfam has bought is a tap on the end of the water and a population explosion in an area that can't support humans. To be fair that's not all it bought. It helps employ an otherwise unemployable executive, a few pervs, a few peados and pays expenses for virtue signalling volunteers who may or may not be be pervy. To top it all poor Hanifa  now gets covered in the dust kicked up by a Mercedes 4x4 driven by a charioteer walla going to give her mum one in exchange for a Twix and an apple whilst the poor mite is carting water. I guess she is lucky to be fetching the water. Not all children are so lucky as many will testify here. Import the third world and learn to tolerate the stick sharpeners and kiddy fiddlers. Their kultcher init.

I still give to charity. The Wee Frees and the dementia lot get it now. The former run a druggy place in Glenrothes. The latter no doubt waste it but at least it's wasted near home and unlike most charities they have an excuse for not be able to remember where the money went.
I also needed a new vapour/nicotine whatsit as the other fell out of my pocket and I drove over it. Idiot I am. Expensive business is this vaping but the lass taking my money mitigates some of the pain. She is Polish and a drop dead gorgeous mucky looking thirty odd year old. I asked her out for a pie and a pint but Polish or not there is nothing wrong with her command of English or her powers of discrimination. My visits to the vape shop remind me of that comedy programme where the bloke used to go for a take out coffee every morning. What was that called?

The new machine has arrived. The low loader driver is a wimp and unloaded it in the town. I acted as escort with head lamps on and hazards for the four mile saunter up the glen. Forgot the schools are out yet again. I'm driving the middle of the road with an arm out the window flapping up and down to stop traffic. The bus stops, I stop. He says am I okay, I say fine, he's only about twelve feet wide and it's not your bus. Other farmers and lorry drivers are no bother. The once a year drivers are a nightmare. They are on holiday, not in any sort of rush but insist on trying to squeeze a car were  I'm telling them a car won't go, nor can the three we met today reverse. One was in such a tizzy I offered to back it up for her, the husband in the passenger seat with brood in the back chirps up saying you won't be insured and Abigail has only just passed her test. I did wonder how Abigail had passed but refrained from saying so. I thought the low loader driver a wimp. Made me wonder who fathered Abigail's children. He looked a bit of a Soyboy and she had a gob like the Mersey tunnel. Most likely an arse to match.

It's back.
In glorious HDR. The halos are free.

This is me and looking so thin. Worth every penny for tha cab screen.

She looks good, Nothing naughty like bearings in the dropped oils. A bit of rust, A couple of chains want splitting and maybe replacing, Belts are like new. The cost of chain lube is just silly but worth it. It's the stuff you soak chains in and it's all runny but after a bit it dries and works a treat. On a Fireblade driven hard for about three hundred miles but posh as this combine is it is not a Honda Fireblade.
Have fun.


  1. I wonder whether the driving test still includes a 3 point turn and reversing into a narrow side road. I seem to remember talk of at least one of those being dropped.
    Nothing quite like a convoy of those when the come through the village. With all the parked cars they spend half the journey on one pavement or the other. Not all farmers round here own their own, harvesting often contracted out.

    1. John, I don't know what the test includes but I often wonder why people can't reverse.

  2. These words are all obviously English but I can’t make sense out of them, dumb Yank that I am. Or perhaps you are on the sauce again, Adrian?

    1. Bob, the falling down water day is on Saturday.

  3. Obviously shirts and new toys inspire you, Adrian. I enjoyed the colourful prose very much! :)

    1. Pauline, they do. Lots of fun to be had with this machine.

  4. That looks like a fine beast Adrian, a bit of spit and polish here and there and she'll be good to go!...[;o)

    1. Trevor, I just hope that it can do the job. The last one spent as much time on the sick as it did harvesting.

  5. Classic Adrian post. Going along a single-track road in Harris some years ago with half a dozen cars behind me a large and new BMW with a young middle aged man behind the wheen came out of a double track passing place into my path. Half the car in the passing place and half in the single track. He couldn't reverse it and wanted us all to reverse 100 yards back. Needless to say we refused. His wife reversed the car. Mind blowing.

  6. I do enjoy your rants, Adrian, even if, at times, they make me feel a little uncomfortable - perhaps I've got too used to this clinically PC world!

    Looks like a grand new toy you've got there. I hope it lives up to its promise - I'm sure it will with a bit of Adrian TLC!

    Best wishes - - - Richard