Good Manners
Just back from the Gentlemen's Easter Trip to Snowdonia, which is fast becoming the season's most exclusive social event for the motorcyclist.
Unfortunately, Mad Chris and Mad Danny can only be described as 'gentlemen' in the very loosest of terms. Regular readers of this blog will know that I am of the most refined manners, so I was constantly exasperated by their uncouth and wildly inappropriate behaviour and language.
However, at breakfast I discovered the root cause of their difficulties; a complete ignorance of how to make decent tea (tea being the fuel of social graces, as you'll be aware).
I did try to educate them with the necessary skills for it's correct preparation, but it was as hopeless as attempting to teach a monkey to play the violin.
Elan Valley.
We had a ride on this train, 'cos we're overgrown children. More disgraceful behaviour ensued, of course. It was a very good trip though and more are planned (the first of which will be to a correctional institute where essential tea skills will be beaten into them, for their own good).