More Mugs.

I needed a page to stick stuff with no definitive category, and this is it.

Here's the newest addition to the Family. My Grandson at three days old. When we bought the little Teddy Bear suit, the lasses said it looked so tiny and cute, hoping it wouldn't be too small for him and now he's here, he's swimming in the fucker!

Ya fucker, fame at last! Pity it's a fucking shit design, it's out-of-date, and it plays crap as well. (Come to think of it, that's a pretty accurate description of me!)

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My old Honda "Rat" bike. I bought this cheap (naturally) and to say it was cosmetically challenged would be an understatement. I bodged all sorts of shite on it that I found in scrap yards and skips, painted it with a load of different coloured tins that were going hard in my shed, and it passed its M.O.T.! I put another 25,000 miles on it, and it never let me down. I sold it to a guy in Northumberland when I bought the Kwacker, and it's still going strong. He wanted it for Metal-Detecting, and with the extra spotlights on it, apparently it's ideal for Farm tracks at night. He asked me to leave the stupid fly-screen and hand guards that I fitted to it, because they stop him getting his hands and face whipped with tree branches and brambles as well.

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My Kwacker. I bought this with the sole intent of "Triking" it, but it turned into a right pain in the arse, trying to find/beg/borrow/buy/steal/fabricate everything on a budget. I finally gave up and sold everything on evilBay (for a canny profit) because most of the stuff I had collected was as rare as rocking-horse shite. You can see some of the 'modifications' I've done on the second picture, but that only tells half the story. It's had a LOT of work done to the engine, brakes, frame and suspension, most of which is invisible from the outside of the Bike, in fact, the new engine actually looks the same size as the original, but on checking my pants after riding it, I can confirm that adrenaline is brown! Hopefully, no stupid cunt's going to bother nicking it either, with it being so conspicuous. I mean-just look at the fucker-even the most inefficient Cop could find it in minutes!

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I've got this stuck on my front door now. It's surprising how many "God-Botherers" and "Jesus Freaks" just read it, and fuck off without knocking. I was starting to get really pissed-off with the number of idiots who would stride up my driveway, pummel on my door, and then try to convert me to "their" particular vision of God. It's like Politics, really. Who I Vote for, and who I choose to Worship, is no fucker else's business.

My GrandSon, smiling as usual...........................

Same Bairn, but with the picture that will get my fucking throat cut when he's older!

Here he is again, a couple of years later, this time with the addition of his baby Sister.

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It's strange where life takes you. I spent the first part of my life in the top left of this picture, about the same time it was taken. I've lived all over the fucking Country, and I end up living in the right-hand side of the same picture! There have been a lot of changes, though. The field in the top middle has had a School built, then demolished, then a posh Housing Estate built on it. The (almost) triangular field on the mid-right is now a Sheltered Accommodation, and the two fields at the bottom right are filled with Shops and a fucking big Pub.

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With Phil Lynotts 'Ma' at a Thin Lizzy Convention in Scotland. We were the Headline Band. (Black Rose.) As far as I was concerned at the time, it would be my last ever Gig, because I had the first thumb operation lined up for the next week. If you look closely, you can see I'm (unsuccessfully) trying to hide the wrist and thumb supports on both hands. I'm smiling, but it was fucking hurting at the time.