If you can't change a puncture, don't fecking ride a bike!

Jellied eels.. can always be found in a good spread. still got the spine in which can be slight off putting as its canape food you tend to eat whilst holding a conversation with someone you have just met at some wedding like event!

Unagi is the only way to eat Eel... yum.

andy is half man half kipper.. but which half??

Scratch and sniff FTW.

Red herring.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_c-Uczjf3DQ

People should learn to listen - When it comes to kippers only the Manx will do.

Buy some they are great. Postage is included (I think).

Back to moving holes in tyres.

Get some great ones from here

http://www.polsco.co.uk/acatalog/Traditionally_Smoked_Fish_Selection.html

I remember packing my tire full of grass to get me 20 miles 'cause I forgot my spare tubes. Now that's old skool.

Done this one too, I was amazed at the idea when someone showed it too me. I remember using a length of rope too, that worked much better than I thought it would as well. On topic, any tips for patching tubes that are punctured on a ribbed section, this always fucks me up as it's bloody hard to get the patch flush to the surface.

Get some great ones from here

http://www.polsco.co.uk/acatalog/Traditionally_Smoked_Fish_Selection.html

Good, but not quite there.

IOM FTW.

The best way to deal with that situation is to stretch the tube over your knee or nose of saddle so you can sand it well. If it's really suborn use a file when you get home.

Punctures are like many things in life, all about preparation.

The five p's

Rollmops = filth.

My grandpa was a Pole and used to feed us that. I am scarred.

I saw a man with a very long stick walking through town the other day.

I stopped him and asked "Excuse me - are you a polevaulter?"

He replied "No, I'm German. How did you know my name was Walter?"

The best way to deal with that situation is to stretch the tube over your knee or nose of saddle so you can sand it well. If it's really suborn use a file when you get home.

Punctures are like many things in life, all about preparation.

The five p's

Nice one, cheers

I saw a man with a very long stick walking through town the other day.

I stopped him and asked "Excuse me - are you a polevaulter?"

He replied "No, I'm German. How did you know my name was Walter?"

He was probably lying, too. I bet he was really called Waltraud.