The Newsletter is dead

In the small hours I had an epiphany moment. Feeling increasingly guilty at my failure to produce a newsletter, I suddenly though why not a blog instead. The newsletter is redolent of stamps, envelopes, men in uniform on red bicycles and the sounds of a terrier shredding your mail as it drops on the mat. We are now in the 21st century and the postman is an endangered species.

The attraction of the blog is that I can write a small amount when the moment takes me and others can chip in with their two pennyworth too. I don't have to produce a whole tome at one go, with precious little material and not much imagination.

Also what prompted this was that last night was a particularly good meet at the Dukes Head last night almost like the old times at pub next to the bus garage. Float and Sheryl, Chris, Niall and Liz, Richard, me and Jo, Rob and his friend also called Rob and Crasher. Welcome Rob 2, we hope we see more of you. We need some young blood. Jo and I had a good run up on the Duke (a tad fast for Jo's comfort, I got the odd smack on the back of the head). A slower run back because I had had a pint (only the one officer). Rob's pocket cafe racer is still going strong and looking better for an improved seating arrangement. I think this is a brilliant little bike produced on a sub £200 budget. Rob should do a piece for Back Street Heroes. He is still thinking of doing Chimay on it. He wants to know who else is going to Chimay this year. I think the Murray's are and possibly the Rowans. Thats it for now. I am now going to figure out the settings and how to publish this thing.