Relax - the Colonel is all right. A scraped finger is all he has to show from writing off his bike today. Which is better than when he wrote it off last March.
Still "Bigger, Faster, Louder" is his motto when he goes out to buy another tomorrow. Of such stuff the empire was built.
But gosh it was cold tonight, I had to get up on the bonnet of the Pikeymobile to piss on the windscreen to clear the ice. Not an easy task after seven pints of IPA. And I was too pissed to walk home so I had to drive,
home across the field which is on private land - not on the public highway.