Mine's been my nickname since I was 19 and use it on many forums.
But I'm always interested where folk get theirs from.
Suppose, I'd better explain mine...
Every Friday we used to ride the bikes to our local, The Paraffin Arms in Bradford, for just the one pint, coz we we'd rather save for a new bike, rather than piss it up against the wall.
One Friday, I went in pub as usual, to be told it was a birthday and we were all off down town. So I put my GT750 in the beer garden and my biking gear behind the bar for safe keeping.
Roll on Saturday afternoon when I went in for my gear. The lid was a white Kangol full face
The landlord brought it out on a silver tray into the middle of the pub. He'd wrote on it "Alas poor Yorick" as it sort of resembled a skull.
And it sort of stuck
But I'm always interested where folk get theirs from.
Suppose, I'd better explain mine...
Every Friday we used to ride the bikes to our local, The Paraffin Arms in Bradford, for just the one pint, coz we we'd rather save for a new bike, rather than piss it up against the wall.
One Friday, I went in pub as usual, to be told it was a birthday and we were all off down town. So I put my GT750 in the beer garden and my biking gear behind the bar for safe keeping.
Roll on Saturday afternoon when I went in for my gear. The lid was a white Kangol full face
The landlord brought it out on a silver tray into the middle of the pub. He'd wrote on it "Alas poor Yorick" as it sort of resembled a skull.
And it sort of stuck