'It'll polish out with a bit of T-Cut'

They probably realise there's bugger all they can do about it, so it's just a paperwork job so any insurance can kick in. For an injury accident they will take more notice. Well, unless they can see that Dervy can't be arsed to do anything about it given the time he's taken to report it so why should they. I'd have been there on the day.

Wales - pop. 2.95 million ish West yorks 2.2million, north 1.06, south 1.29, east 0.59 - total 5.14 million.

We should have an assembly.

I don't think there's much call for regulating whippets, ferrets and flat-cap ownership.

As would I...

I didn't think there would be much call for regulating sheep shagging, unemployed louts, inbreeding, choral singing, daffodil growing, leek eating or Tom Jones support but hey, maybe stereotypes aren't what they used to be.

I guess I should have elaborated more; my dad has just sold on one of these, a mint low mileage one at that, and I rode it for about an hour when we delivered it.

Hateful bike - everything feels wrong about the riding position, and after

20 minutes of riding, my arse was begging for mercy due to the constant vibration from the V-Twin lump.

I rode the VFR I bought off of SteveH for around 250 miles, stopping briefly at around 140 miles for fuel, in one morning when bringing it home from his place.

It was only the last 40 miles which had me wanting to get off and stretch my legs.

None of the ones I know have heated buttock pads - you spent too long in that Lexus. ;-)

You're speaking to someone who worked with a bunch of them for years.

It was nothing of the sort - it's just a job to most of them, one whereby they don't have to put up with someone elses bullshit 99% of the time, and one which one doesn't need qualifications or any skills other than being rather adept at avoiding being smeared across a road.

On reflection, I'd therefore suggest Dervy might not want to take it up as a career choice any time soon. ;-)

I like leeks. In fact, a couple of times in the last month I've enjoyed a roquefort and leek tart from Waitrose.

Oi, I own a flat cap... :)

No you are right, Wales didn't include shropshire either which historically belonged to it.

But Yorkshire and humberside appear to be one political region, one geographical region and historically one county.

And Humberside is no longer a county but part of Yorkshire and Humber. Yorkshire and humber Population 5,142,400 Wales Population 3,004,600

So obviously Wales is far less important, because if everyone in Wales said yes to national question and everyone in Yorkshire said no, the people in Wales wouldn't get it.

Nothing unhealthy about Wetwang fish and chips.

Now there's an idea!

Well not after you've taken the course of antibiotics so that it dries up.

Actually there was a lot they could have done about it becuase we knew who done it. I think eventually they nicked him, but it was a bloody long process and a lot of hassle for something quite simple.

Fair enough, that's rather different to the normal version of these tales - there's a lot of times where there really is no point beyond the required paperwork.

A guy my mate used to work with had his 106 broken into, and they nicked his stereo out the dash and his sub/amp setup from the boot - leaving a screw-driver on the back seat. They didn't even attend, just gave him a crime number heh.

About two weeks ago, the mate mentioned above, had some customer that was irate at another department[1] kick his car after storming out of the reception area - again, claim on your insurance, crime number, we're not doing a thing.

Unfortunately, since the dum f*ck operator said that, he had one of the mechanics that happened to be on site, contracted from a big local garage, have a go at pressing it out. This meant wiping the muddy boot print off to see the reflections. He managed to make it smaller, but it was still very visible cos it was creased - and the guy didn't have his proper tools with him.

Once he got home, a copper phoned and said he'd be round within a half hour. So my mate explained what he'd been told, and had done, and the copper was angry he got rid of the boot print - but angry at the fact he'd been told they weren't going to do anything.

So, in the end, they could've done something but the receptionist made sure that chance was gone. He bought a used, correct coloured door from PartsGateway that night, and it arrived 2 days later for £130 all in - which we thought was a bargain.

[1] He's holiday sales, the guy was mad with caravan sales. Which doesn't surprise me, they're sharks heh. One guy bought a £16k van, then changed their mind and wanted to swap for another, and they offered him £7k for it to trade it in. Even worse, he did it...

That's ridiculous. I mean, chances are the scrotes were wearing gloves, but even if there's a chance the screwdriver might have had fingerprints on it, it's worth them investigating it, even if it is lower priority than other matters that they might have been dealing with.

Bloody hell, there's one born every minute. Surely some sort of cooling off period would come into it? Unless he changed his mind after a couple of years and 30,000 miles......

The swimming pool where I used to live in Grotwich had to be closed down after the handrails round the edge (you know, the ones you hold onto while in the water) became live. Mains 240V live.

Pot, kettle, black.

Tim has produced the population figures and beat me to it.

How about the sheep population?

Road network sizes?

Employers?

*cough* York?

I don't see the appeal of Wales beyond poking fun at people with strange accents*, quiet roads and plentiful rain.

*as with everywhere really.

I'm partial to a leek too, but if I said I was partial to any of the above, well, you get the idea.