If you have access to a mig welder the best way to get the broken bit of the stud out the hub is place large enough nut over the remaining stud and weld together, be careful not to weld to hub tho 

FML.......Mull of kintyre

He owned Minnehoma 94 national winner.

Best selling point

And dont forget the best one of all.........PAS 

Brilliant

1969.

Second Thursday of the month.

Up before dawn, I splash some cold water on my face and climb shivering into the back of our Austin LD van. My dad usually drove a lorry but today was a 'holiday' so we took the van, which served as our car.

After a couple of miles we stop at a roadside camp to pick up my dad's friend Izzy and his son Perry. Izzy sits beside my dad in the cab and Perry gets in the back with me. Our next stop will be Mansfield livestock auction.

We park amongst the Land Rovers, horseboxes, pig trailers and cattle trucks. Perry and I tumble out of the van and run through the big iron gates which today are standing open.

Dozens of heifers stand steaming in their metal pens and their sandpaper tongues tug at the skin on our arms as we reach between the buds of their horns to scratch their wooly heads.

Next are the pigs, solid, fat, bristley pink 4 month old pokers with nothing to do all day but eat until they become bacon.

Lambs, then goats, then our favourite section, the crates and boxes. You never knew what you would find in these. Pigeons, geese, chickens, rabbits, ferrets and, most exciting of all, puppies.

The puppies were held up one at a time by the auctioneers assistant and sold for prices like 4/9d, 7/6d or maybe even half a guinea for a good un.

Outside, at the back of the auction ring were the stalls where the horses were kept. One day Perry and I were admiring a young entire (not gelded) Suffolk Punch. What a specimen he was, 15 cwt of writhing muscle and sinew clattering around the cobbles on hooves as big as manhole covers. Further on, we stumbled on a tiny filly who was obviously 'ossin her brains out,(bang in season, ready for mating) .

We thought it would be amusing to move her to the stall next to the Suffolk Punch. Chris almighty, when he got wind of her he went bat shit crazy and almost demolished the entire auction house. Scared the bejesus out of us he did.

We catch up with my dad and Izzy and they take us to a shop where we buy a loaf of fresh uncut bread and a big wedge of cheese. My dad cuts both of these into 4 rough portions with his pocket knife, we eat and wash it down with a mug of tea bought from a big woman in a small hut. (The tea is a special treat, I have about six sugars I mine)

Happy days.

Thats great Tom, feel like i could be there. I'm shit at trying to get things across in the written word.

1988 was an important year for me, i left my job and became self employed 

Hi Tom,
I was only talking to someone the other day about the autotrader, and the man that would come and do the ads. 'Pete' was my man, as you say always in a rush. Sometimes the phone number would be left off the ad, or ad not printed at all, would be fuming then , as obvs had to wait another week just to get the ad in 
Also you were limited to words in the ad, so had to pick the bullshit carefully 

I play one handed sports right handed, 2 handed sports left handed.

Must be horrible, i couldn't picture being like that.

Also you gotta convince the third party your repair man will do a good job, all told prob best just going through insurance, for the third party part.

I see to get people to get there money in quicker the ball only spins for about 2 seconds, dont think it hardly does a lap of the wheel .

What amazes me is that, people are amazed the bookies have instantly introduced 'similar' but 'different' games, whether on a machine or over counter. prob easier for them to think up a new game and get around the law than to try and teach someone to work out odds on real events.

Herbal tea is shite.