Gloves have arrived.

Millions of you are fully aware that 2020 is all about my new motorcycle that has yet to arrive (or even be ordered, for that matter). One bit of happy news is that my hip and fancy leather gloves arrived from a UK tannery to my Eastern European doorstep earlier this morning by my overly friendly Bulgarian curier. Softening these up before the first twist of the throttle is imperative over the next few weeks with the included nourishing balm. I will have to wake up a little earlier but it is a daily process I am very much looking forward to and a small price to pay for hand-comfort and style.

They smell and, I assume, taste like young delicious cows.

Kelly update.

This is literally where he is staying and sleeping and doing amazing stuff such as talking with me on Telegram – and making me jealous.