Maps, Radios and Chemicals

Todays panic revolved mostly around the arrival of a decent map. Actually two. Given the regularity with stuff bursting into flames around here we thought it only wise. So one is being examined while the other is kept in the freezer. The basic plan at the minute is to stay on the yellow stuff, avoid the blue stuff, keep going south till we cannot pronounce the town names, then turn left. Easy.

We got a CB working today, so we can pollute the African airwaves with profanities and generally listen for the Eastern Route loonies at night. It was a disturbing experience. Channel 14 had some mad woman praying to what sounded like Heaven’s Phonebook. Apparently she knows them all well enough to bother them. After trying to answer and tell her thanks but we’re doing fine up here we gave up. We reckon the FBI have wired a nun by mistake.

In a lightning attack Bob rolled in the heavy artillery in the form of some spectacular flip paint, which he duly applied to an unsuspecting Vespa in the Bunker. We’ve got a car show in Kilkenny on the 7th and 8th of June and as the car still looks destroyed we’re planning ahead. Still, the fumes were unusual and I swear I’m sitting here beside Elvis…….Over and Out.