New to C90 - first adventure...
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2022 9:13 am
I was sulking in Devizes....
I had gone into Devizes with one aim: get a roll of B&W film developed. Both places able to help wanted huge amounts of money and a minimum of a 2 week wait. This brought my sulk level up from post-holiday-nowhere-to-develop-film-blues to piss-almost-boiling. I came with purpose, I failed my one objective, I wanted to leave with purpose. This was not possible.
In Devizes there is a pedestrian area with shops called 'The Brittox'. There is a smaller pedestrian walkway T'd off of it called 'The Little Brittox'. At this confluence of regular size and little Brittox, there is a Timpsons on one side and a small news agents called 'Brittox News' where a person could buy fags, sweets and a copy of the local paper, The Gusset & Harold. To further intensify my sulk, there was a knot of purposeless, dawdling tourists right at the confluence, considering the merits of a brand new pewter tankard from Timsons (there are none, especially when Devizes has 4,756.5 charity shops full of them). I had to slow down. I had to be less purposeful and I was ready to have a tantrum.
This is when I looked about, forlorn and noticed something in the window of Brittox News. Back in 1458, people used to hand write classified ads and leave them in the window of Brittox news. I though this tradition had died yet there it was; a hand written ad for a C90 (blue and white) from the very year of my birth (1988). Immediately, I was able to quell my power-sulk with a bit of retail therapy. 4 hours later, I was at the house of Philip Roderick, the National Rail bridge engineer. I transferred the money and wibbled off.
On the way home I ran out of fuel and had a chum rescue me. Even in that short and somewhat fraught journey, I felt like I got it. I felt like I understood why I had been half-wanting one for ages.
Today, at 0950 (shit, better go) it is in for MOT with Spaceshuttle Bob on Hopton and shortly thereafter I plan to be 'going around' on it.
Let's see what happens.
F
I had gone into Devizes with one aim: get a roll of B&W film developed. Both places able to help wanted huge amounts of money and a minimum of a 2 week wait. This brought my sulk level up from post-holiday-nowhere-to-develop-film-blues to piss-almost-boiling. I came with purpose, I failed my one objective, I wanted to leave with purpose. This was not possible.
In Devizes there is a pedestrian area with shops called 'The Brittox'. There is a smaller pedestrian walkway T'd off of it called 'The Little Brittox'. At this confluence of regular size and little Brittox, there is a Timpsons on one side and a small news agents called 'Brittox News' where a person could buy fags, sweets and a copy of the local paper, The Gusset & Harold. To further intensify my sulk, there was a knot of purposeless, dawdling tourists right at the confluence, considering the merits of a brand new pewter tankard from Timsons (there are none, especially when Devizes has 4,756.5 charity shops full of them). I had to slow down. I had to be less purposeful and I was ready to have a tantrum.
This is when I looked about, forlorn and noticed something in the window of Brittox News. Back in 1458, people used to hand write classified ads and leave them in the window of Brittox news. I though this tradition had died yet there it was; a hand written ad for a C90 (blue and white) from the very year of my birth (1988). Immediately, I was able to quell my power-sulk with a bit of retail therapy. 4 hours later, I was at the house of Philip Roderick, the National Rail bridge engineer. I transferred the money and wibbled off.
On the way home I ran out of fuel and had a chum rescue me. Even in that short and somewhat fraught journey, I felt like I got it. I felt like I understood why I had been half-wanting one for ages.
Today, at 0950 (shit, better go) it is in for MOT with Spaceshuttle Bob on Hopton and shortly thereafter I plan to be 'going around' on it.
Let's see what happens.
F
