Tuesday, 16 September 2025

It's nothing but bad news!

Fuck it... It's nothing but bad news, so I decided to write.

Probably doesn't make much sense, and there are no pictures, so I'm guessing not many people will read it anyhoo lol


No Cure

A cure for cancer, scientists and drug manufacturers are working hard, but what of a cure for humanity, as humans are the real cancer of this world?

Humans are the only species that kill just for fun. Using numerous pure evil ways to get things done

The only species to kill every single living thing, and when they are done, they kill their own.


It doesn't matter if you're black, white or some other colour, this species you can trust.


It doesn't matter your political, religious or spiritual views, or what you choose, as you have no defence.


You see, humans can't make their minds up; they have so many skewed and distorted views.


No peaceful resolutions, it's all greed, power and ego as they hate to lose.

You can't please everyone, and so you become public enemy number one.


Thinking you're safe, but you're not prepared for evil opportunist souls to sneak up and take your life


Humans, in many cases, just aren't satisfied with killing one or two.


They design bigger weapons using physics, chemistry, and engineer their bombs.


Imagine a world with no war, hunger, or murder


As a species, we just all need to be laid to rest to allow the earth to flourish and return to its best.

More stuff I've bought over the last few months and not been able to use... As Yet, maybe next year!

As I remain off work, I do have to admit that, in a sense, I am not actually bored. I would say I am more numb. I guess in a way, I am having flashbacks to a previous time where I felt like I was in limbo. Man, I just feel like I am going nowhere and time is tick, tick ticking away.

A few months back, after buying yet another bike, I got it in my head, " Right, let's plan for some bivvying and biking adventures". So there I was buying various bits and bobs of new camping kit and whatnot.

Visiting Alpkit, I got myself a Kraku collapsible stove, which only weighs 45g and is tiny. Whilst I was on, I also bought two 100mg gas canisters.

Alpkit Kraku Stove
Alpkit Kraku Stove

Alpkit Kraku Stove
Tiny little stove

Alpkit Kraku Stove
Got a couple of gas cylinders while I was on.

Next on my shopping list was a new tent, and after much research, and having learned my lessons from the past, I wanted something really light and pretty minimalist, so I opted for a one-man Lanshan 3FUL, plus. Bought some 3FUL carbon tent pegs. I just attempted to seal the tent a few weeks ago, and it ended up not going to plan. I later discovered that the tent doesn't like the sealant I bought, so I had to attempt to peel it all off. My new tent now doesn't look new at all, ahh well, live and learn, still will get some use if I ever get over this damn illness.

Lanshan 3FUL one person Pro tent
Lanshan 3FUL one-person Pro tent

Lanshan 3FUL one person Pro tent
Lanshan 3FUL one-person Pro tent

3Ful Carbon tent pegs, proper light these
3Ful Carbon tent pegs, proper light these

3Ful Carbon tent pegs, proper light these
3Ful Carbon tent pegs, proper light these

Oh, whilst I am on, I just thought of another purchase from Alpkit, I got a Vertex Tarp pole. You see, the Lanshan tent only requires one pole of about as I recall 125 cms to pitch it, so that again saves loads of weight.

Alpkit Vertes carbon tarp pole - Very light
Alpkit Vertes tarp pole

Alpkit Vertes carbon tarp pole - Very light
Alpkit Vertes carbon tarp pole - Very light

Next on the agenda, a couple of items I had been checking out for some time from a company named Aeroe, this was a Spider rear cradle which attaches to the rear triangle of a bike to carry gear, like in a dry bag, so a tent or sleeping bag, plus mat, etc, oh and a front handlebar Spider cradle.

Aeroe Spider rear cradle
Aeroe Spider rear cradle

Aeroe Spider rear cradle
Aeroe Spider rear cradle


Now, if I ever get myself pulled around and manage to get out... I mean, it's going to be next year now, I have got my eye on an Outdoor Research Helium Bivvy Bag. By all accounts, the majority of the reviews I have read say it's a pretty good bag for overnighters. 

Outdoor reaearch Helium Bivvy Bag
Outdoor Research Helium Bivvy Bag

I will put it on the back burner for now as I await getting word when I will start this new treatment, which I am hoping will sort me right out, and then I can get back in shape and enjoy hitting the trails once again.

Saturday, 13 September 2025

I'm obviously bored as I'm blogging about housework

I don't know if the majority of blokes are like me, in that I don't mind washing and cleaning my cars and pretty much take great pride in them; however, when it comes to doing housework, well, it's just not my thing.

It's possibly because I don't own my my own house and unconsciously think, "why should I clean up after other folk", or it may be just that I don't give a fuck, there are more important things to worry about. I mean, don't get me wrong, our house isn't exactly a shit tip, I would say it's more what you might call "Lived in".

Of course, if you were to check out each of the rooms my dad inhabits, you would see bits and pieces of all sorts, all arranged with a method of I'd like to say organised chaos, but basically it's just an untidy mess.

Anyhoo, on with my story. Years and years ago now, we replaced all of our carpets with engineered flooring. It was really expensive, however has proved well worth it, especially as we have had dogs, the latest of which is wor Neville. Neville has taken absolutely ages to house train. I don't think it's because he is stupid or even lazy. No, I think he just doesn't like going out and constantly wants to be at someone's side. 

If we leave the front door open all day, yes, even when it's freezing, Nev will toddle outside, have a wee or a dump, maybe dig a few holes or bark at anyone passing our fence. But if the door is closed, he doesn't give any indication he wants to go out, and will quite often, as not just piss on the floor, generally in the kitchen near our back door. That said, he does appear to be getting the idea, and all in all, he is a good little dog with a cracking personality.

And so this housework Malarkey. Getting down on my hands and shall we say knees to scrub the floor is both very tiring and uncomfortable. I have tried a mop and some floor cleaner, but again it's bloody hard work.

 

Aircraft PowerGlide cordless hard floor cleaner.
Aircraft PowerGlide cordless hard floor cleaner. 
 

I then got my eye on an electric floor cleaner, though I wasn't convinced it would work that well. Nevertheless, I read a few reviews and decided to take a punt and purchased one. Choosing an Aircraft PowerGlide cordless hard floor cleaner. 

Aircraft Powerglide
Aircraft Powerglide Cordless

The cleaner came with a selection of pads, and once charged, I gave it a whirl. I attached the cleaning mops, which simply Velcroed in place, then popped some floor cleaner into the mop's fluid container and topped this up with water. A little push on the button on top of the mop base, and the mop heads fired up and began spinning. A press of the spray button and the mop didn't need much pushing back and forth to start cleaning the floor.

Aircraft Powerglde Cordless
Aircraft Powerglide Cordless

I have to say the mop is pretty light, and it doesn't take a great deal of effort to get the job done. I think in hindsight, if I had put a few tubes on whilst I was carrying out the job, it would have made it an even more pleasurable task. I'm not saying I'm going to be cleaning every day, but I did find letting the mop do its stuff quite relaxing.

Our floor looked a lot cleaner. I asked the Ern to order some floor oil, it's like an oil as well as a protector, as our flooring is real wood and not just a laminate mix. So once it arrives, I will have a go at applying this with the polishing mops of the cleaner.

Dear me, now wasn't that an interesting and informative read?



Just got myself a few bikey tools

I had been looking to lighten my cycling tool kit, especially as now I tend to ride wearing either my CamelBak or Osprey bum bags, or what some may call a fanny pack "Ooh err missus!"

CamelBak Mule bumbag
CamelBak Mule bum bag

Osprey bum bag
Osprey bum bag 

I prefer wearing the bag around my waist as it can elevate getting a sore back and shoulders which can occur when wearing a backpack. Plus it can actually prevent saddle sores, due to better weight distribution.

And so to what I enjoy doing, a spot of research and trying to discover the best quality gear, that was both light and at a good price.

After checking out reviews on the likes of YouTube and online bike websites I decided to opt for a few bits of kit.


The first being a Blackburn Switch, which comes with all the essentials I would require should I have a minor mechanical on the trails. The Blackburn tool kit includes a chain breaker, which is pretty handy as some tool kits don't have one, so you then have to keep a separate tool in your tool roll.

Blackburn Switch ratchet tool roll
Blackburn Switch ratchet tool roll

The next couple of handy items come from Peaty's, and these are a cool. I bought a puncture repair plugger, for tubeless tyres, that comes with a plugger and things I think they call "worms". These are inserted to plug where a potential thorn or other things has caused a puncture. 

Peaty's plugger
Peaty's plugger

Then I purchased something called a "Hole shot" which is a CO2 cylinder, well two actually with a neat adaptor. 

Peaty's Holeshot CO2 inflator
Peaty's Co2 Inflator

These two items should save a lot of time should I encounter any punctures on the trails, and they are pretty light in my bag and I also have more room. 

Thursday, 11 September 2025

Eighteen Years Later - Word of Warning Contains Graphic Images

It has been eighteen years to the day since I had my right leg amputated.

Kotz Prosthesis
Kotz Prosthesis

Kotz Prosthesis
Kotz Prosthesis

September 11th will no doubt bring back memories for lots of other people for a very different reason,  that being the Terrorist attacks in New York on the World Trade Centre and the Twin Towers 11/09/2021

For me, 2007 was to be the beginning of a whole new chapter in my life. Having been diagnosed with a giant cell tumour in my right tibia, this was around the May of 1995. The tumour emerged about a month after I witnessed a horrific murder just down from my parents' house.

WORD OF WARNING CONTAINS GRAPHIC IMAGES

Wednesday, 10 September 2025

Oooh I have got my eye on a new action camera that looks absolutely amazing

Being off bored and nothing much on TV I did my usual and checked out Youtube, where upon I got my eye on this absolutely amazing action camera. The camera in question being an Insta 360 X5.

  

Insta 360 X5
Insta 360 X5

The camera has dual lenses and can shoot in 8k and comes with AI software that can be either used on a computer like a Mac or Pc. You can even choose to use the mobile app. From the shots taken and then edited in the softaware some of the films I have watched look amazing, with very stable footage and the shots taken from some unbelievable vantage points and angles.

The camera can be used with a selfie stick and I am not sure how... it must be something to do with the AI software, but in the final editing the selfie stick and camera cannot be seen. This makes the filming of your films look like someone else has shot the final takes, and you can also take a shot which appears as if a drone has captured the images.

The Insta 360 X5 which is the latest addition to the Insta range has lots of accesories which can be purchased to add to your collection and enable you to take even more inspirational footage from various vanatge points.

I am now hoping to get myself one of these cameras as I believe it will help with my own home grown cycling films and create more interesting and scenic shots. 

Thursday, 4 September 2025

Whilst perusing my phone!

Lost2bFound -Glenn Johnstone
Lost2bFound -Glenn Johnstone

Hey, before I get started, I would really appreciate it if you decide to read my blog or grab a copy of my book and take a few moments to leave a comment. It's so simple to do, and I can assure you this will not lead to loads of spammy messages at your end. All you have to do is go to the bottom of the blog post and tap where it says "No Comments," or if someone has left a comment, you will see the number of comments and you can add to these. It's getting lonely in here talking to myself...

Book-wise wise if you do decide to pick up a copy, please, please do leave a review. Of course, it must be honest if you think I've made a shit job of self-publishing some complete nonsense, I would rather know. That said, I am feeling a bit fragile at the moment, so don't be too ruthless. I am, after all, a complete amateur

Well, I am back off work, ill once again. Don't worry, I am not going to go on and on about it. To be honest, I have  had just about my fill of my life revolving around health issues.

Anyone who knows me will know I am open when it comes to mental health. Over the years, just like a lot of people, I have experienced a few, shall we say, dark periods; however,  I have been able to use my past experiences and thought I had a pretty good handle on coping strategies. It now appears my strategies are not working quite as well as I had hoped, so I have decided to reach out for some help via work.

It's this ulcerative colitis diagnosis and the symptoms that come along with it that have brought me to a complete full stop. My mind is now in panic mode, and no matter what I try to do to convince myself, to just live in the moment, it's off conjuring up various scenarios that are set way off into the future.

Then there is that other really dark side which I have encountered before, but not in some time, it pretends to be my friend and whispers in my mind. It is devious with its words, with things like "You know when you fall asleep, well you don't have any pain, or stress, why not go one step further and seek eternal slumber". "Fuck that and Fuck You", and then.....it's gone, but just for a little while.

And so whilst I have been off bored, mostly lying on my bed and waiting for the gurgle of my tummy to start, then having to rush to the toilet, on elbow crutches I may add, to get on the toilet and then prepare for a sudden explosion of what looks like the same colour as chip shop curry, however certainly doesn't smell the same. It's ghastly. I rushed to the bog just the other day and a jet of: well, I wouldn't call it shit, hit the bowl and then splashed all around the rim, with a sample of the foul, horrible stuff launching from the toilet and landing on my left wrist. I mean WTF... "Ewww!". So far I have been fortunate and not had any accidents and shit the bed.

Anyhoo, after speaking with all manner of people over the last month, including my consultant, the Inflammatory bowel disease nurse and my GP, I now find myself back on steroids, Prednisolone. Following a review with my consultant, it has been agreed I should start on an antibody treatment called Vedolizumab, well, at least I think that's what the drug is called. 

At the moment, I am experiencing a whole range of different emotions where this new drug is concerned. You see, I can recall having a bad experience with another antibody drug named Rituximab when I was going through my chemotherapy treatment. But there I go again, you see, pre-empting the worst. Hopefully, this new drug will get me back on track, back in the saddle of my bikes, rather than on the seat of the nearest bog.

I just had one of those negative-to-positive thoughts, which made me chuckle. Thank God I wasn't reading one of my favourite books when all that shit came flying out. I would have  been devastated ruining a good hardback edition.

So, to the title of this post, "Whilst perusing my phone!"

I generally write down all sorts of stuff in my notes app on my phone. It can just be when stuff comes to me, so there are all sorts of random things. I readily admit I am not great at poetry; however, I do like to get things out of my head, much of which is based on my experiences. So I thought I would share a few bits and bobs on my blog, I mean, I haven't much else to write about at the moment as I have done Jack shit.


I wrote this selection of words based on my having the idea of shooting a video and using 3-second clips to document one of my rides. Unfortunately, I haven't managed to get out as yet due to not feeling well.

Three Second Clips

Three-second clips, memories captured through a lens. Pictures suspended in time. Those glimpses are a reminder of what is lost in the blink of an eye.

Images that play on an internal screen within our minds. Frame by frame, we attempt to make sense of a story that unfolds, what is it we have seen?

The now has already become the past as we enter the future. Valuable moments are stolen as you read the next word, watch the next clip and think your next thought.

Beauty is missed each day due to imposed life's time constraints. Unnoticed morning dew like a tiny crystal ball sitting upon a blade of grass, the song of a bird, the blue sky above, lit by our sun.

An unexplored area, eyes scanning, up close and personal and to the horizon. A new adventure, an excited inhalation of breath, as you're feeling free. This is how each day really should be.

Beautiful trees standing tall, speaking to one another in a language not understood by man. No war mongering or political views, no religion or jealousy, no possessions to lose.

Stood all alone, with eyes gently closed, in self-imposed isolation, a kind of out-of-body contemplation. Thoughts in place, but they aren't taxing, taking a gentle breath, it's so relaxing.

So much beauty can be taken from just three seconds in time. Why not stop and take a moment? Stop rushing to get to the end, as the end is here before you know.


Quiet Observer - Looking Within Ourselves.

Standing on a beach, a quiet observer watching the sun as it's rising. 
Searching for perfection within each wave, as it washes up onto the shore.
Looking out at the ocean, where the rays of light are dancing. 
Bright refracted colours, shimmering, my mind becomes so distracted.

Taking a seat upon the beach, a handful of sand is taken. Feeling its texture within a tight fist, then watching it fall in tiny grains. It's quicker than an hourglass from my hand, but the moment feels eternal.

In the moment, relaxed and at peace. Deep thoughts come from those lessons learnt. An understanding that it's inner conflict that makes us weak. 
True strength comes from the mindset we keep.

Time to accept those things that cannot be changed. 
Search for joy and happiness in what you can do. 
Stop being critical of the things in the past. 
The race is not as long as you think, don't change, and you will end up last.

Facing challenges with an open mind, 
it's ok to take chances, it's ok to fail, 
always remember tomorrow is another day. 
You can maybe try something in another way. 

Seeing beauty, others fail to see, as they live in a fake news conspiracy reality. 
Sharing kindnesses, sharing strength. 
Helping the fallen if they should fall, 
it doesn't matter who they are; we all have our hidden scars.

Not looking for perfection, your best will do, don't label people, or they will label you. 
Follow your dreams, build on your strengths. 
Try to create positive Karma in all that you do.


Now, this next bit I wrote just after getting work, Neville. I am not sure if you would class it as a poem, more like observations.

Border Terrorist

"Hello", "hello" projected from your eyes. No need for words, your thoughts you cannot disguise.
Lighting up our lives with so much unconditional love, you really have brought new life to this home.

Running around like some mental thing, spinning in circles with your favourite toy ratty rat held by his tail, (Obviously changed the name of the rat to "Isak)
You're a real joker with an infectious smile. Jumping around in a rough, scruffy ginger coat, maybe you're Ed Sheeran in disguise.

With bushy eyebrows and an old man's beard, you tilt your head to offer a quizzical look, really, you're saying "I don't give a fuck".
You're off to find Mister Stick and look for any trouble you can get up to with it. Or maybe you'll decide to dig a hole, investigate pots and kill a few plants.

Each time I go to make a cup of tea, I have to look all around. Because you're like an assassin and move in close without making a sound. 
Even though you're pretty small, you're bark can be heard echoing along the hall, it makes the doorbell start to ring, but not with its normal ding-a-ling.

You use the couch like a trampoline, jumping and bouncing like a dog possessed, or if someone sits down, you jump on the top to stick a friendly tongue in their ear. (Or if a fucking chin or nose is available...My God, your tongue is abnormally long for a wee dog.

That same couch is a place to lie when the day has been long and you want to rest. Any pillow will do to lay down your head, it's funny how you don't like your own bed.


When it's time for a walk, suspicious minds play in my head, as you set off, then pause, stop and look. You really are a paranoid pup "Fuck me, we're being followed" Please shut up.

You're a Border terrorist with a cunning and devious plan. Now a much-loved member of our clan.


This was something I wrote a bit back about, a relatively short ride and encountering some dog shit.


Dog Shit

An endless supply of drugs for an unknown disease. A string of antibiotics for a chesty wheeze.


A trip to the barbers to get my head sharpened in the same old style.


A ride out on my bike to clear my mind. 

Venturing around the same old loops, 

searching for something new to find.


A dripping, snotty nose I wipe upon my sleeve.

There goes that sodding cough again, 

that sounds more like a bark.


I then notice this smell that's been hanging around, 

it's been there for at least the last half mile.

I stop and check for dog shit to see if it's on my tyre.


I can't see any brown fudge, but I curse nonetheless.

Why do people just leave dog crap lying around? 

Even hanging there dog shit in branches of trees.


I jump back aboard my steed and continue upon my ride.

Until I come to a large pond. 

There I take a few quick photographical snaps.


I love to be out in nature, to just relax and empty my mind.

My revelry is broken at a sound.

Honking geese suddenly appear.

And go onto land with a splash nearby.


Time to start off once again, 

I'm so pleased my ankle is holding up. 

It's now time for a climb up the farmers' trail.

Which will take me to Wagtail Lane, then  the windmills and home.


I can still smell that dog shit lingering on. 

I'll wash my bike, shower and change.

Ahh no more dog shite,

it's been washed away.    


This little paragraph, I guess, is the start of something. It's taken from when I was pissed off,  I guess.


You've come again to test my will

You've come along to test my strength.

You've come along to play games with my mental health.

 

Another few thoughts 

 

An off hand conversation with people who pretend they really care.

A random pat on the back with a fake there, there.

Flicking through the wishful pages of all those broken dreams.

Searching through so many memories of places I have never been.

Feelings of being so lost, and the fear of not being found.

Inner thoughts that drive me mad, just goping around and around. 

 


This poem, I think, is in its original form: I can't recall if I changed it for my book "Lost2bFound".


Dreams of getting away


The grass lies withered and dead beneath my feet as it turning to dust. 

I live in the  pure  hope that one day I'll escape.

I allow my eyes to close shut and I drift off to sleep, 

sweet surrender, it's now felt as reality fades away.


A seed planted so deep whilst I'm in my sleep, 

tended to with so much love to bloom into life.
Wandering around in my mind, filing cabinets that store dreams

only opened by me, I have a secret key.

A favourite dream is found stored in place. 

Safe and sound in this place, my mind is free, it's where I am so happy.
I find myself beside a loch shore, it's so calming, tranquillity found there, it's good for my soul.

Washed up on the shore pebbles, each one a dream, so many lay there, which one to choose?
Pebbles polished by time, carried by ebb and flow, picked up and now treasured as a gratitude stone.

A tartan land is where I really long to be, the beautiful Monroe's the lochs and all the trees.
I picture a wee house, a place I can call home, no stresses or worries, there I rest my weary soul.

Now I'm inside my house, lying there on the couch, my hand resting on the floor. The house whispers now you're home.
A log fire is burning bright, giving off a warm glow, the flames casting shadows which dance on the walls.

Now I don't drink whiskey, but here sits a wee dram. It came from a local distillery right here in town
A needle in a groove, a record spinning in place, it's an old forty-five knocking out a wee tune.

My own piece of heaven, I carry it so deep within, will this dream come to pass? Only time will tell.
Tomorrow  I'll return and play out this same scene in the hope that one day all my dreams will come true. I allow my eyes to close shut and I drift off to sleep, sweet surrender, it's now felt as reality, it fades.


Well, that's it for now. Mainly just wrote a bit because I am bored. Apologies, no pics, well I mean I haven't been anywhere or done owt. In ending got to at least try and plug my book. If you follow my blog, or if you are just new to it and kind of like my style or writing and narration, by that I mean lots of swearing and dark humour, well, why not go and grab a copy? The book is much the same. 


It's available from Amazon or most good bookstores; there is a link on my blog on the front page.


Cheers, take care


Glenn


Lost2bFound -Glenn Johnstone
Lost2bFound