well past the halfway line.  Need a piss now, but can't abandon the post(s).  Best to piss myself, and take one for the team (of one, not a big team)

I don't bloody know.  The end is in sight.  Onwards brothers

and now I'm butting into the 'only one post every 20 seconds" rule.  There are strangers approaching the light, wanting to steal my glory.  back you scurve, back.

And now we're off the map people.  I have no idea what roman numerall (that's how I want to spell it, ok) would be next, so I'm into the realms of making shit up.

see, now it gets interesting.  People start twigging on, and posting to threads, so (1) they go out of order, and make even less sense than thay did, and (2)  I have to manage multiple threads to keep my name to them. Otherwise I don't win.

And I don't even think that was how to spell numerall.  There's a rabbit in my office (he's supposed to be here, he's my rabbit).  He does have a bit of a whiff about him, and he keeps throwing stuff around and eyeballing me.

Now is this the Numerall that "wrong" on clocks?  Isn't there one that that's not right, 'cos some king wanted it to look different..Where's my peanuts?

...still a long long way to go.  If you're reading this, you're all bastids.

ahh... hell... there's a lot of these things to get through on a single page.  Do you realise how long this is going to force me to sit on the internet with both hands needed for the keyboard.  This is the internet people, I need the use of my other hand. 

And that sticky think about the photos, that doesn't count, as (a), it's a sticky, and (b), it's for foc all to do with bikes, unlike my posts.  Which also have nothing to do with bikes.