The boss is out next week so there will be Sweet Fanny Adams on the website.
Phil the Spill provided a report for another Prowlers Party. I hear they are delivering truck loads of smelling salts to the Google violations team.
I wonder how many of Phil's photos would have reached the safe light of a development lab if they were on wet film.
It's a long time since we added a list of wit and wisdom to the Foz collection. This week Ken Wells supplied a few trade strap-lines that will have you chuckling. This is the 124th list. Take a gander at some you may have overlooked.
May's (that's the month, not the current PM) figures are in for LPMCC.net and although it is a slight improvement there's nowt to crow about. I'm still hoping it is because of the new method of analysing our server logs. Either that or we are in the doldrums.
Eight Embers enlightening ourselves about British battles won and lost (not D-day nor Brexit). We cycled to where the final fling of the Wars of the Roses was flung. That's enough history. Next week music lessons when we go in search of a vile inn.
I suspect the other Embers are trying to get rid of me. This is the second week they've sent me into the woods to get lost.
Change of plan on Thursday, 13 June. While a contingent raids the byways of Suffolk the reserve will meet at Sutton Wharf to either drink coffee or ride round the local roads. Or both.
Thursday, 20 June will see us return to Kenilworth to cycle deep into Warwickshire. It's a year since we were in that area so it will all seem fresh to us. New housing estates and closed pubs probably.
I talked with a homeless man this morning and asked him how he ended up this way.
He said, "Up until last week, I still had it all. I had plenty to eat, my clothes were washed and pressed, I had a roof over my head, I had HDTV and Internet and I went to the gym, the pool, and the library.
"I was working on my MBA on-line. I had no bills and no debt. I even had full medical coverage."
I felt sorry for him, so I asked, "What happened? Drugs? Alcohol? Divorce?"
"Oh no, nothing like that," he said. "No, no....
"I was paroled."