Text from TOG at Spa-Francochamps

"TOG down. I knew I shouldn't have sent you that gloating SMS.
Tripped on the metal stairway down from the stands, stuck my left knee
out to protect the cameras, and the criss cross lattice steel punched
a square hole in my knee. I now have four stiches and a limp. At
least I had the presence of mind to hand the Nikon to the nurse and
get some pictures of the quack at work on my knee. You are permitted
to laugh"

Message ends.
--
Champ

ZX10R | GPz750turbo | GSX-R 600 racer
My advice as your attorney is to buy a motorcycle
To email me, neal at my domain should work.

 

Much obliged.

BWAHAHAHAHA. TC.

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Champ

Clumsy ****.

That's going to be an uncomfortable ride home, no?

 

Clumsy twat. Glad to see he had the presence of mind to protect the
important bit.
--
Dave
GS850x2 XS650 SE6a

"It's a moron working with power tools.
How much more suspenseful can you get?"
- House

 

Another accident to another member of the clique!
Where will it all end?

 

When you're all dead.

D.

 

Ah, it's the same trick of the seven plagues of Egypt again, then?

 

And you two can sod of an'all.

 

Fekkorf. Fucking painful, it was. Thank Christ I didn't have to ride the
Ducati back, as I'd taken the Beemer.

 

I was thinking more of The One Plague of Paris.

 

What, you think it's coincidence ..?

<fx: pats effigy of TOG with nail through knee>

D.

 

Voodoo, plagues, rains of fire over cities, killer angels, world floods...
that Jehovah c*nt of the Bible has proven both a bad sense of humour and
being resourceful.

 

Well, you did say 'Jehovah'.

 

*ding*

D.

 

The 'Red Seine Pedestrian'.

 

P`tain, je me suis fait avoir...

 

Le pieton de la Seine rouge, plutot.

 

T'inquiète.. t'es pas le premier.. et tu ne seras pas le dernier..

D.

 

¿ como se llama tu hermana?

D.