place . And so , that night , as sleep stayed away , I began scrambling about with three-letter things we hear from time to time . Like DIY , where you make the choice to do-ityourself and wreck the door frame , and BYO where you bring-your-own tipples to “ sort of ” licensed restaurants . It was just around 1.05am that I decided to take my mind motorcycling . At this point in this missive the dear editor will be wiping his brow and remarking along the lines of “ he ’ s finally got on to the subject .” But , hey , as the years drift by it just seems to get harder to get to the point . So I lay there and dissected the term DIY and broke it down into brands . Ducati , Indian and Yamaha . Ooh , I murmured , and then broke down DNA into Ducati , Norton and Aermacchi . So , BYO huh ? I got Benelli and I got Yamaha and then stalled at the O . So there I was , at 1.57am , going through my bike books where I uncovered Ossa . I was on a roll … from one sleepless side to another . To the point where I started making up my own little three-letter terms up . Like DRC … don ’ t really care . And WHH … whatever happens happens . OAC … that term you use when you get asked upon arriving home a tad late how much you ’ d had to drink . Only a couple . And in my sleepless case the term NAP . I needed a nap , but at the same time I quite sensibly realised it also meant I needed a piss . Which I did , and then only minutes after completing that task fell into a fine and deep sleep . When I woke at dawn another little tagline entered my head . SNW … what on earth could that mean ? Easy , I smiled . Sheets need washing .
Postcript : I have scrawled on the wall by the bed “ UTD next time .” Indeed . Use the dunny .