Ferry across the Mersey

I've lost a pair of thunderpants.  You know.  Grundies, shreddies, baggy budgie smugglers.  And so on... Where they are I do not know.  Whether a clean pair or a set that I've left snarling in some darkened corner somewhere...

May I suggest if you find them then approach with care.  Use tongs and a gas mask plus goggles and - as should be done for all of my clothing - wash separately!  You might be able to repurpose them as a play tent for young children but as I've said MAKE SURE you wash them first.  I cannot be held responsible for the consequences which will include PTSD, a bedwetting problem and a huge psychiatrist's bill if you don't!

Yesterday was the ride to Chester.  Day 3 with a bloody tough headwind.  It's becoming tiresome but the windy.com app says its shifting to a nor'wester and easing in strength.  Hope so cos I knobbled myself  yesterday.  I again lowered the bike seat which put pressure on my left knee which sang to me some bloody Grunge rock thing all the way into Chester.  Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Raarrr!

The route this time was to ride via Liverpool cos the alturnutiv as we Lancastrians say was crap.  Four years ago I took the Warrington / Wigan route heading north and all I remember of it was wet grey nastiness with abusive schoolchildren to that fat bloke on a bike on a hard council estate hill climb and that I never wanted to go there ever again.  I also fancied a ride into Liverpool and to get the, all together now!  'Ferry cross the Mersey!  La La La La La!' etc..

Ok so best laid plans don't always work.  And the fear that '...something might go wrong, Wayne!' are words uttered by folk who are banjaxed by 'what ifs' which stops them in their tracks from doing anything that is perhaps a little out of their comfort zone.

Believe me.  I've never found anything other than folk who want to help, are happy to help.  It gives that person a nice feeling!  As I've cycled along I've collected a gaggle of helpers, all running behind me, all waiting for summat to happen to this fat man so that they can rush forward to offer their help.  A lady in pink, Lilly I think, ran up to the front today.  People are good :-)

I’m in Liverpoooool.  My plan was to catch the ferry across the Mersey.  It’s cancelled today.  Damn. 

Hmmm, best laid plans and all that... bike wrestling on the underground was the alternative to a 30 mile detour. Big daddy I am.  Irrespective of the wrestling I am big simply because I need to shovel tons of shit down my throat just to have the energy to do this mad journey.

Talking of shit. Oooohh!  I'm quacking!  Gotta go!  And I mean GO!  I canna afford any accidents!

I've only got 2 pairs of shreddies left!

Ciao for now..


Comments

  1. Anonymous13 June 2022 at 11:09

    Great video sir. Lovely to see bits of Liverpool again. Pity you couldn’t get across on the ferry. Good you got the bike up an escalator rather than stairs. Alan.

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  2. Anonymous13 June 2022 at 11:16

    "A lady in pink ran up to the front today" That wouold be Lilly then, or perhaps a rather washed out Lady in Red. gf

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  3. South Side13 June 2022 at 11:46

    Where there's a will.....

    I never knew you could walk so fast!!

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