Long days in the saddle

Bit of a misnomer of a title as I haven't parked my derriere on my bike saddle very much at all this year, however I refer to travelling for Yorkshire over this present week, having spent a day in Rosyth, followed by a day in Aylesbury, followed by the relative sobriety of Leeds.

Even managed something I have never done before, well two actually, crossed the Forth rail bridge, and been videoed presenting which I have to say were neither unpleasant or unuseful experiences.

The world especially my working world has gone upsy daisy and turned into a complete and utter balls up, unless one is a short seller over the past short period since I last blogged.

However the lighter side of life did surface the day it emerged that HBOS and Lloyds were to merge as within minutes a new logo was doing the rounds- in simple terms it was Howard riding Black Beauty (or whatever the Lloyds horse is called).

Though of course the bank will have to have a witty long winded name somewhere along the lines of Lloyds Hbos Tsb , it would probably be simpler to come up with a silly name like Guinness did when they became Diageo , hows about LHT, with a strap line "The Acronym bank".

Anyway enough, let me leave you on a very positive note, Christmas is just around the corner a mere 91 days away, if you need any clues what to buy me just let me know.

Flying

Ah a day in the air, what joy bumping around whilst trying manfully to entertain breakfast as the 7am flight to Edinburgh shot as a guided missile above the clouds.

Left in a cloud of rain and manful disdain for the precipitation by lack of coat, brolly and not a care that I may spoil my best wool suit. To traverse the skies over the west coast of England and the Lake District and see the fantastic snow covered peaks of the cloud formations from above.

Not quite sure a dive into the seemingly endless cotton wool would be anything other than a mirage, and a rather sticky end though.

Fantastic views of Edinburgh as you approach the airport from down river, the royal yacht Britannia and a couple of rather close sailing vessels, also looks like someone has been putting Graffiti on the forth rail bridge again as it is covered in what can only be painting paraphernalia.

Arrived and returned to bright sunshine, yes that's right the golden glowing thing that makes an appearance on occasion. Not the continued collection of golden orbs being collected by Britain's fantastic Paralympics team.

Can someone of obviously higher intellect than myself explain, why there is no terrestrial coverage of any of our major sporting events anymore, Cricket, Football, Rugby League, paralympics etc, why do we continue to forgo the national interest in the chase for the mighty Euro.

Apologies for the rant must be because I'm knackered now due to trying to burn the candle at both ends which at my age I should know I couldn't do at 18 successfully never mind the age most sensible sportsmen have retired, excepting madmen like Lance Armstrong!