i am a bizzarre blend
of posh harley street surgeons and aristocrats and proper oldham slums. one grandfater a wealthy country doctor, the other a ragandbone man who made money bare-knuckle fighting. both mad, one gentle and eccentric, the other a raving psycho. the similarity is hilarious for the two extremes. both my grandpa and my dad spent all thier money on mountaineering and motorbikes. grandpa raced the early days of the TT and was friends with jeff duke. dad raced the langdale valley and, reportedly, broke the record at the time. (for those that don't know it its dangerous and illegal and coolAF).
of course when my dad (decent working class) meets the posh ones they get on like a house on fire. its the middle class we can't stand :)

see if this means anything... "GRITSTONE!!!".. nah? ah well :)

i have been called one of the last remaining gentleman, but also have a nasty streak when pushed. i swear like a trooper, and feel ashamed when its brought up. i don't fit in in either side of my family but i prefer the posh cause thier nicer and more educated but i have as much respect for my down-2-earth mates. sometimes it feels like there are two sets of genes warring to see who wins. it definatly makes things interesting as i change my mind/personality at least once an hour :)

length? let me just check if i give a damn.... ah. seems i don't.
(unlawful odour i dunno..., Fri 16 Sep 2005, 11:33, Reply)