Snetterton

Inspired? By Movie mad scientists, Blackadder, Snetterton and a pick n mix attitude to my medication.

It was brilliant in its simplicity. My master plan encompassed a two pronged strategy. I resisted the urge to laugh manically as I feverishly toiled over my Junior Mad Scientist Chemistry Set #4.

After I had put out the fire and the smoke had cleared, there it was, my secret formula fuel additive. To conceal its nature from prying eyes I had carefully arranged its molecular structure to look and taste just like Bovril. By mixing this at a precisely calculated ratio i.e. all I had into a tank of pre-mix I predicted that G.L.F. (Go Like Feck) would give me a significant power advantage. This coupled with the second part of my plan meant I would be unbeatable. Oh the sublime wickedness of it all. A plan of low cunning, wicked in its abandonment of any pretence of morality, a plan so base it could become a Labour Prime Minister, yet its moment of diabolic execution was not yet at hand.

Snetterton was to be the unsuspecting venue. It was a rough and ready looking kind of place. We're talking no complimentary soap or towels in the toilets kind of rough and ready. I still tipped what I took to be the toilet attendant. The look of surprise on his face told me that not many had bothered with this courtesy. Someone told me he used to be in the Eurthymics or something. I thought of returning to ask him for Annie Lennox autograph. but time was growing short.

I carefully donned my protective gear to mix up the G.L.F. actually a nice pair of yellow marigolds that match a treat with my Junior Mad Scientist Pinny. "This years must have Lab Fashion accessory" - LAB FASHION and BIG HOOTERS MONTHLY.

So gentle reader here it is my plan come to fruition. When the light goes out go like feck, ride round the outside of everyone at the first corner and don't let anyone come past.

Alas the icy hand of betrayal denied me my moment of triumph. The rest of the grid had caught wind of my plan and were using its brilliant strategy against me. You'd have thought it was a race or something!! Still, I mused, I have G.L.F. and waited for it to kick in, victory would yet be mine. But no I can only conclude that not only was my plan compromised but somehow the formula for G.L.F. had also been. Foiled yet again! Yet still another diabolical plan uncoiled itself in the darkly evil corner of my mind. Only for the moment must I drink the bitter herbs of defeat. Tho I have this strange craving for a cup of Bovril ,,,,,,

Uponehand Broomstar
( Abs. no relation to George Watson and all characters portrayed in this literary kitchen sink cupboard are purely figments of my deranged imagination honest.)

PINK TUTU OF SHAME: Goes to the aprillia rs250 who I rode round on Coram.

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