When i was a kid many moons ago we used to annoy the tits off an old polish bloke on the estate he used to come out shouting Give over, so using our new found polish language christened him (Bestgiveover) and it has stuck in my warped mind ever since so i now call myself 'Givover' daft but true.
Ok, you have 2 stories below, which one is it!!? 1) First holiday without the parents when i was about 16 and a bunch of us went to Corfu. There was a super hot girl that came along with us and i was trying to get in her pants all week but to no avail. Anyway, so i became pretty good "friends" with her (damn that just be friends shit - cant i just put my man sausage inside you for a bit and see how it fits?!) Anyway.. so we had this villa on the beach, quite posh actually, and we had a fair walk around the hills to get to another bay with a couple of bars in. One night we got pissed and stubbled back home... On the way home i took my shirt of and tied it round my head which lead to a rather dashing ponytail. I then started trying to impress the lady with my funniness by pretending to be a hairy greek and saying "Ehh, pretty laydey, you like-a de tail o ze'pony ye-as" Which she found hilarious (i know it wasnt) but i kept plugging away at the joke and eventually slipped her a finger in a locals driveway. So i kept "Zeepony" for luck. 2) Because i'm a posh twat, naturally that means I had stables as a child which are a common birthright of the land and gentry. In the school summer holidays we used to do Pony Club (jesus that sounds soooo gay..) and all the other little brats would go to Dorset for hacking. My own horse had sadly broken a leg and had been put down in the winter so I was allowed to ride one of the stable ponies, which is like the most embarrassing thing to undergo in front of the other little lord Fontleroys as stable ponies are basically the walking dead of the horse world. So I shrug off the cries of pauper and pikey and continue out onto the hack under constant abuse. One of the adorably smug chaps came up with the hilarious name of "CrapsyPony" for me which stuck for at least 3 years, even after a was bought a new horse Jagger (my mum named him..) who fuckin rocked. Crapsy Pony eventually became ze pony and some of my old mates still call me Zee. A funny twist is they also tried "Crapone" which is rather similar to someone else on here ahem.. Kpone..! So, you decide.. they may both be bollocks but at least i have bored you enough to turn off the computer and head out on your bikes.
:eyebrows: .. well the story goes ... on my first trackday (Lydden) I was a guest of a local racer who convinced me to take my CBR600FX (when these were the latest incarnation) . I had modified it to take R1 front end with one off yokes and a FireBlade seat unit at the back . I had stickers made that said CBR1 with the R1 in the Yamaha style . Anyway the racer was leading me around to show me his lines for the first three sessions then invited me to take the lead . At the end of the session his debrief went something like " you are as mad as a box of frogs .. you were leaving black lines on some of the bends and perhaps you ought to back of a tad before it all goes tits up " So by the end of the day the group I was in were refering to me as the 'Nutty Tart'
I am Homer Simpson's dopey apprentice at a Nuclear Power Station. We used to make millions of watts of power. A million watts is a , Megawatt !!!
Coined by the commentator at croft circuit many many moons ago and published in one of the race programmes (something like when will these boys calm down...), me and a good pal, since passed away, started racing together and like all teenagers we were pushing to find limits - he started crashing 1st and got "Krasher Kellett" while I started a race or so later and was labelled "Masher Mason" - both names stuck...
That was back in the days when croft circuit had a bike race mtg every other weekend - sad state of affairs now with 3 meets a year for bikes if we r lucky !!
