If I could get my way, some of the scrotebag knobjockeys outside will reach their final destination tonight, in a horrible sticky mess!!! I’m in a hotel in Turriff, and it seems my bedroom window faces part of the local indy touring circuit. Little wankbags in shitty cars with noisey exhausts and fake dump valves. Can’t shut the windows as it’s too hot, I’m going to loose the plot shortly. The only bonus is that I can’t hear my tinnitus for the wee bastards.