Land of Launceston and the dangers of speeding....

Well, here I am in Cornwall, and things are looking good. Not even the famous 'technology barrier' that envelopes Cornwall is stopping me from using the internet today.

I'm at Foss' house, in the land of Launceston, writing my blog on my own mac mini, which travelled with me here in my backpack. Because as its name suggests, it really is mini.

In fact, here's a picture of it with it's clothes off:


"I'm Naked!" Putting more memory in 'the 'slot'. Heheh.

Anyway, after my adrenaline inducing trip here yesterday, it's a small wonder that the thing actually works!

I got a new land speed record for my motorbike. My digital speedo read 144mph. I've been faster than this before (160 is the fastest I've ever been on self controlled vehicle), but not on this bike. It has no wind protection, so if you want to go faster than about 80mph, you have to cling on.

This particular 'Clingy session' involved placing my chest on the tank of the bike, and holding on for dear life.

I would've been faster, but I was using a nice straight stretch of road with no junctions on it, and unfortunately I had to give myself enough time to slow down again for the nice sharp corner that appears rather rapidly at the end of the straight.

Now, all this was very enjoyable, but this time it was costly, as you'll find out shortly.

I drove for another five miles, and stopped in Tesco in Launceston to pick up beers. I then noticed that the storm cover had been pulled clean off my rucksack, containing my mac and some clothes. The storm cover was hanging on by the bit that attaches it physically to the bottom of bag.

This itself wasn't really a problem, but I noticed when I got to Foss' place that I was missing my jumper, which I stuffed into one of the outside mesh pockets on my rucksack. I concluded that the 144mph session on my bike tore off my storm cover, and yoinked the jumper right out of my bag. Dammit! It was quite a new jumper too, and cost £35.

I'm gonna head back to Plymouth in a bit, and I'll look for my jumper on the way back too. If I find it, I'll put a picture up of the state of it.

Last night, we sampled the delights of Launceston. I took a photo of a girl, and promised to make her famous:


"I eat babies!"

There was much beer to be had, and we were joined by Jonythin and Beenie. Then this morning I woke up with a hair that was a strange cross between a Mohawk and Elvis hair:


Wooooooo!


Yarrrr!

Foss says I should create a new blog for just my crazy hair photos. There are a lot, and I think he may be right. I would just like to say that I did not touch my hair at all - this is exactly how it looked after I got up!

Anyway, it's nearly time for the perilous trip back, incorporating a jumper reconnaissance mission, so I should sign off.