va-poor
i'm still feeling sad about martin dying...
like i said, i didn't know him so well but it's amazing how much anyone you know dying impacts on you.
he was a good bloke (and drummer): his memorial site bears testiment to that.
vainly wonder if people will have such happy, fond memories of me when i depart.
not that i fell off my horse, but i had to get back on my bike this morning, for a (very)fast blast round the north circular.
there's something about being a biker and hearing about bike related death that freaks me out.
i can't/never watch motorbike racing on tv: i cringe everytime there's a crash.
my mum wrote me an email today saying 'when are you going to give up riding for the sake of your family?'.
:(
every time i get on my bike i worry about how i'm going to get off it: preferably at the time that suits me and after a slow and considered stop.
but it's so unpredictable: you can never know.
riding motorbikes certainly lowers the odds: raises the stakes and all of those other cliches.
all you can be sure of is that if you do dismount at speed, without meaning to, it's going to hurt.
anyway...
saw another accountant today who actually, after telling me what i should be doing, told me my accountant was doing everything right anyway.
not that i doubted that.
i'm going to become a LTD company.
maximum is REALLY being 'naughty' currently: pushing and seeing where the boundaries lie.
it's hard to deal with.
i don't like being tough on him or reprimanding him and i hate seeing him crying and upset.
there's gotta be rules though.
in fact i have two screaming children upstairs now and i can hear a frustrated mrs.perou losing her mind so i'll cut this short and catch you all later.
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