General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

in my defence of my former ' daft thing' I offer my mitigating circumstances which are, My upbringing , As mentioned in previous posts, I was brought up by the nuns at Skool and they would insist that we ate every morsel of food on our plate and, in some way this helped the starving black children in Africa so, no apologies there,
My next Daft thing was a painful one, We were motor biking in Carlisle in the late sixties, about 8 bikes just cruising round the rural lanes and coming into Brampton, A small village there was a gang of ' cromby wearing ' mods watching as we gunned our British bikes up the high street, My nickname at the time was, Sparks Malone because I would drop my bike on a tight corner and the side stand would touch the ground and cause sparks to fly, Especially affective at night but, on this day I over cooked it, the side stand dug into the tarmac and i flew head over arse into a hedge, All the cromby wearing mods laughed and I regained my posture and climbed back on my bike and kept a smile to say, I was't hurt but, I suffered gravel rash and embarrassment, The other bikers looked concerned at the time but, in the boozer later on, We all laughed about it,,