While Santa is guzzling the last of the buckie and his elf's are waxing down runners on his sled with Mr Zoggs sex wax, surf wax in prep for the biggest pressie drop of the year...I hope y'all are heading home loaded up with fun and in good spirits for the festive period. I'm a sucker for Christmas. Its the best time, a time to spend having fun with the family and unleash with all the people that have seen you grow up, throw up, trip up and jump up, still smiling and laughing out loud!!

I migrate home to the lakes for Christmas. On Christmas eve, my mum and I collaborate in the kitchen and run off a few million mince pies to cater for the regular village visitors. Naturally, at some pont, the rum comes out, the calypso gets turned up and the hips get a little work out!! Later on,my brother and I usually go for a sly one in town and stumble back, sometimes via the church for mid night mass.....we're good eggs like that. Last time I ventured into Church in that state, I spilt candle wax all over myself and had to leave to find a bathroom!

Christmas day is spent at family friends and has been for nearly 20 years on and off! Its MAGIC. Dot and Cliff make the best food in the world!! We break after lunch to let out tummies settle and Mum gets the whistles out! She has this game, 8 whistles, 8 people and one conductor. Each whistle has a different pitch (all together, the whistles make an octave!). My brother, the music maestro takes a hold of us whistle blowing nutters and conducts the debauchery. If we are lucky, we can bust a fine Christmas tune, if not, well, it just sounds like a bunch of fully growns making a horrendous messy noise! On boxing Day I usually play in an annual hockey match between two villages before heading into town to celebrate one of my best friends Birthdays. Unfortunatly, I learned today that the match this year as been cancelled! BOOO HOOO!

I'll post some photos up when I can! In the mean time. Thanks to everyone who have been there for me this year. I am so lucky to have such a wicked family, so many awesome friends, the coolest boyfriend and the most amazing sponsors. I just wish you could all be a little closer!!
Love and lots of it. 2007 is gonna ROCK!! BRING IT ON!!
Jme XXXXXX

Lost in transit...don'tcha just love British public transport? NOT!

13.26 at Glasgow Central train station. Remembering that Taras mobile was out of action, I stood on my toes wondering how I was going to spot the wee Mexican in a swarm of pale Glaswegians buzzing towards the bustling city in a last ditch attempt to squander their hard earned on Christmas tat...when it dawned on me that Tara would actually stick out like a sore thumb! I scoured over to the right, no sign...so glanced over to my left only to see Tara, less than a meter away, camera in hand snapping away at the timing board! BINGO! Good job!

First stop, was the bar for a log luncheon and catch up....4 large glasses of wine later (3 of them too many!!) and we were in full swing! We ventured out into down town Glasgow, browsed a few shops, took a few photos, met my friend Hema and dashed back up to the flat with a little help from Glasgows famous clockwork orange tube network. MIND THE GAP!

At home we had a girlie night in with a Thai green curry medally and yet more wine! The next day we woke up to glorious sunshine and a bad head! We packed up and jumped on the train to Edinburgh for a day of tourist sizzle in Scotlands capital. I figured the best way to see as much as possible was by a sight seeing bus tour! They are brill, you can hop on and off when you like and your ticket is valid for 24 hours...highly recommended! We seemed to hop off more than we hopped on, but we got round! We hung out in the German market, did a wee bit of shopping and jumped on a bus to Innerleithen for a night with Emma, Tracy and the crew! Emma whipped up another magic spread of curry dishes which were swilled down with beer and wine. Teenie provided most of the entertainment for the evening and had us all in stitches!

Yesterday we convened at the hub. The Tweed valley is a funny wee spot, it seems to have its own micro climate, when the whole of Scotland is on a flood warning, it can easily be glorious sunshine over the forest! Yesterday was cold there tho. Tara raged war against the cold and layered up to the max!! It was glorious tho, blazing sunshine, the views and weather were magic! We rode in a bitch train laughing all the way round. The pace was pretty quick, I rode out of my comfort zone in a few places on the way up, which is good. An ace days riding, even though all the girls are friends, I feel privileged to be able to ride with such experienced talented riders. I find myself watching there style and lines and experimenting with my own riding...its ace!

Tara headed back to Manchester last night......This morning I woke up to an answering machine messege from Hels Motimer telling me that Taras train had been cancelled and she was lost in Cumbria somewhere...without a mobile. Nightmare! Anyway, if you see a wee Mexican, big smiles and spiky hair answering to the name of Tara....please wrap her up and post her back...

T's in Town!!

The last week has flown by! I've been a busy bumble bee...still on the search for the infamous 'propa job!!' I have an interview next week for a really cool job, so, alongside preparing a mulititude of different CV's, I'm doing my research to 'wow' the interviewers!! Wish me luck!!

So, the weekend started early for me with a meal out in my fav Spanish Restaurant, Cafe Andaluz (Glasgow) with Greg and his parents. We ate and drank until we nearly popped! Gregs Ma and I chit chatted all night, poor Greg and his Pa struggled to get a word in!! 2 women and a bottle of wine...mmm, I can see why!!

On Saturday, Evil G, Greg and I met up with my fav crew from the Hub, Emma, Tracy, Mel, Carla, Dick, Ben Cathro, Tracy Mosley and her friend James for a spin on the red route. The day couldn't have been more perfect, we had sunshine all the way around, the trails were great, we rode this new seaction called the magic carpet which was wicked fun. Everything was polished off with a jam in the jump park and a slab of millionaires shortbread! Big smiles!

Greg and I were going to hit the motoX track yesterday, but, he was full of cold and the weather was terrible, so we slumped in bed, did some chores, hit Starbucks and then thrashed it out in the bowling alley. For the first time ever, I LOST, not one game, but all three. Greg, of late has been spending his time perched on the end of his pew, remote in hand, finger on the 'frame-by-frame' button studying the spin bowl actions of none other than 'Jesus' from the Big Lebowski, he has this CRAZY spin-bowl shot off to a T. I DIDN'T STAND A CHANCE. I'm still drying my eyes!! What is more worrying, is that yesterday, there was a whisper of him investing in not only a ball, but a pair of shoes. I have the fear. It won't be long before he grows his hair, invests in a one piece purple skin suit and hair net. I have searched the net, and there is no help. Nothing comes up when you type 'what happens when your boyfriend takes the first steps to morphing into Jesus?' into google....eeeeeeeek!

Anyway, Tara just flew into the UK today, she'll be hanging here for a week or so....The plan was to hit Amsterdam, but that doesn't look like it'll happen.....hopefully, she'll come up to Scotland for a few days n sample some of the Scottish delights, Whiskey, Edinburgh, Hairy cooows, Glasgow, the Highlands, Glentress and the millionaires shortbread!!!! Mmmm...thats a good enough reason for anyone to venture north!!

Okay, fix up look sharp. Marty Mart. XX

Graduation day!!

That's it, can you believe it? I have offically been spat out into the big wild world!! After 5 years of parties, surf, mountain biking, drinking, more parties, the occasional academic venture. I don't know how I managed, but I havemore letters after my name than I know what to do with!!

No more study for me, no more exams, lie-ins or truenting to watch neighbours! I'm done!! Graduation was ace, my Mum and one of our families dearest family friends came up for the day!

We all got glammed up...sexy lace hold ups and all! The ceremony was wicked, we sang along to the organ in latin, got wacked on the head by the Dean with a crazy purple velvet hat, handed a red tube, and processed out of the grand hall to the fine tune of the Scottish bag pipes....all whilst dressed as extras for a Harry Potter movie!!

I'm just kicking back, absorbing the calm before the storm. We've got our entire class homing in on our flat tonight for a 'civilised post graduate gathering'!! We'll see!!

Later potata!

Jaymie Mart. BSc (Hons) MSc (Med Sci) Human Nutritionist. Sports Specialist (ANutr)!!

Bring on the party!

Gunga Galunga.

Home safe!! Back from Belgium with a thud!! Always a sign of a well spent few days, the bigger the thud, the better the time!

The Honda moto X track yesterday rocked! Greg ripped it up! He's not been on his va varmmmm for a while, so it took him a few laps to a good grip on the gas, when he settled into it, he was like a pig in shit! Big smiles all round! I was so impressed! Chances are slim, but if you are a motoX fan, you have a spare afternoon and you are in north Belgium, go check it out. 15 Euros for a session, means you don't have to dig that deep to ride a wicked track!!

Here are a few photos of Brussels life! I fell in love with this bright red bike, again, it is a perfect example of Euro fasion, they go to the lengths of painting their bikes to match the local lamp posts?! Can you believe it! The second was taken in the park opposite the Royal Palace in Brussels. It was such a beautiful day, but the photo looks a bit eerie! The beauty of black n white!

Jme OOT......

In true sesame street style, this post is brought to you today with the letters EXKI and a the number 3! Random as ever, I am sat in a really cool naturally healthy type cafe called EXKI in Brussels, Belgium. I have been kidnapped n swept away on a high tide by my boyfriend Greg! Oh, what a shame!

He is currently in the process of packing up his flat just outside of Belgium and moving back to Scotland (Hooooorah!!) Last week, he got a scarily expensive quote from a cleaning company to clean what is a mere shell of a not so dirty flat. So, the sensible chap that he is, binned the cleaners, grabbed 1 mulit-taskable girlfriend by the scruff of the neck, stuffed her pockets with rubber gloves, cleaning products and a full maids get up and hey presto, girlfriend is transformed into a high class scrubber at muchos cheapness!! As if he'd do that!!

(Here @ jaymiemart.com. We only travel on speed fast ferries. They provide excellent upgrades, soap in select cabins, and wind dependant flying opportunities are available on the top deck (as demonstrated by Greg, in the left photo!)

I've got the best boyfriend in the world! How many guys would roll there sleeves up n get into inventive pack lunch prep (rolling up sushi) and then go blag a luxury room on a ferry.....Not many! For Greg, its all in a days work!!! Yesterday, he and I rode around Bruge on our bikes, it was cool, the best way to check out a city...fast and painless...none of this indecisive shuffling and gormeless gazing at crappy buildings, pretending to be interested in the local history which you really have no clue about since all the info is in Flemish?!! We ripped up the streets and took it all in in less than an hour, leaving plenty of time to sit back and fill our tum tums with yummy nosh.

Today, I have taken it upon myself to potter for the day! I bussed it into Brussels and have been busy doing the tourist thing...yea, you guessed it, gormelessly gazing at buildings I know nothing about because all the info is in French/Flemish/German...Every bleeding language but Englsih!! I've been trying my hand at a bit of arty farty photography, tripping over my feet a few times too many (god I need to learn to walk properly) and absorbing the delights of the wacky winter euro fashion!! I'm just doing some work, applying for 'propa' jobs! YAWN. Gotta fit some work into my play!

I've been to the Cathedral, a few art galleries (which were all closed) so I shimmied up the drain pipes and peeped in to see if I was missing anything, dissappointed by what I saw, I made my way to the Royal Palace, then down La Grand Plaza and had a giggle at Le Maniquine Piss (yes, literally translated, the pissing man)....A.K.A very small water fountain statue of boy peeing!

Tomorrow, we are going to finish off the flat and head over to the Honda MotoX park. I'm gonna be trackside screaming at him all day! Can't wait to watch him rip it up. It'll be such an ace feeling staying clean whice Greg gets all muddy!! There are perks to the off season after all...clean panties!!

Signing out to gather some more euro fashion tips. One can never have too many!

Jaymie.

Cleaner extraordinare and general trackside wench (water feeder, photographer and lungs to spur on the best of em!!)

Word up Folks.

I'm bloggin' in to spread the family love and welcome a new addition. No, there are sprogobaggins on the scene, not yet, unlucky for me, no sign of new family talent to introduce to the world of fun and bike sport!!! Tonight folks, my bro finally came to his senses and proposed to Miss Liz Barnpot, my soon to be sister in law. They will make the coolest hubby-wife combo ever to set foot on the planet we call earth.

Congratulations to you both. We all at #10 are getting the beers in, BIG TIME! In the morning, I will assess my clothing situation and will drag out and dust off my cowgirl hat and boots in preperagtion for the big day! Hee hee hee.

Welcome to the family Liz.

P.S.....Take closer look at the photo, are you sure you want to marry an man who sits in bins and eats plants whilst trying to immitate Jimmy Saville??!!!

Course you do he is a Mart: Crazy like a coconut! Just for the record, he doesn't always wear that wig, oh no, he has a whole stash of em!! Just call him the FONZ....Smoooth!! XXX

Full face helmets, not only save your bacon, they hide your ridiculous riding face!! A girls best friend!

How now Brown Cow...

Women drivers!! Ah, the turmoil we face. There are few things in life I admit defeat in, sadly, driving is one of them. I have a licence, but quite wisely choose not to use it, simply because I am a danger to anything and everything!! One day, I will face my fear and join the fleet of women who, like Fi's Mum convienently line up large plastic plant pots on the driveway and back up into them on a regular basis, each day pretending that 'bumping' into them is a mere accident?! Boys, beware, don't look upon this as an act of stupidity, respect our feminine intelect, look at it more as a pre meditated act of survival and preservation. Preservation of the buildings whos foundations could be rocked daily and preservation of the precious bumpers on the family mobile!! These plant pots are not just an added crumple zone, they are a saviour. So fellas, when you're sat on your hind chilling out, doing nothing, and you hear the crunch, take heed, put the kettle on and thank the lord for £3.99 plastic plant pot...this crunch chaps is a sign....Your wife is home!!

Heather not only taught me the plant pot trick, but she gave me the most amusing an insight into the goings on, on a week night in a small village hall! Yes, I got roped into an hours worth of Scottish Country dancing I rocked up in my flipflops, expecting a wee celidh band and some sexy men in kilts. What I was welcomed with was the intire population of the Ruyton XI Town, womens over 40's Wednesday dance class, performed not to a band but a carefully selected set of Scottish tapes and crackly cassette player!! What a riot!

One would presume that after living in Scotland for 5 years and being on average 20 years younger than anyone in the building, I would be a pretty proficient Scottish dancer. Codswallop to that! I was danced around all night. I didn't have a clue what I was meant to be doing! The last time I unleashed in a celidh I got my toes broken, so really, learning a reel of three and being able to walk at the end of the night was a mission complete! After the dancing we ventured into the local, I was handed a microwave heated glass of red n plonked myself infront of the fire with Fi, Jill, the Griffiths parents and the local knome!! Doesn't get much more ramdon than that!!

Thank the lord for bikes!! The next day Fi, Jilly-bean and I went for a blast on the local hill behind the village. Fi and I ripped it up, while Jill took photos. We rode until our tummies growled, then headed back for a scrummy cheese and tom toastie.

Today, we frequented the go kart track and skidded sideways, mates rates (for longer that we probably should have) laughing our heads off, desperatly trying to avoid crashing into eachother!

The plans for the team are coming on a treat. Next season is going to rock!

Over n out for now...some of us have to get out beauty sleep...

Jme.

The Tipping point:
Front wheel on the start line,
Toes on the shore line,
Whatever, hold your breath.
For that moment, everything stops.
There is no sound, or movement.
All your stress and Bullshit disappears.
The focus takes it away and replaces it with the right now,
FIGHT OR FLIGHT.

Howdee,

Well then, firstly, welcome to my bog/blog, wooops, typo! It will soon be part of my new site which has been buisily set up by Fionn and Jilly-bean. You will be able to catch the ongoings of my racing by logging on to www.jaymiemart.com. Where would we be without your friends hu? The two jumping beans have been busy at work sorting out not just ma shizzel for next season but the shizzel for our new team. Its all top secret at the mo, if I told you, I'd have to fill you with babanna milk shake until you burst....so you'll just have to watch this space!

I am currently at the Griffiths mason helping out with stuff for next season. The plan for the next few days for Jill and I is to try and pretent we are D.I.Y queens. We are lining our team van with ply wood. Basically, we will be holding up sheets 10x4 for eeeeons while Fi drills and rivetts them to the walls of the van (a.k.a Tommy, the new Griffiths Racing fun bus). In reality, I'll be sipping wine, Jill will be providing the moral support and Fi will be working her ass off!!

In between all of that, we will all be embarking on a bit of straight line riding, with the occasional detour around the potholes of Wales in my fav get up, full lycra skins...mmm. We will frequent the go kart track for some sideways action at some point, still of course in fav get up....

I'll load up action shots as soon as they come in...because I can!! Oooo la la!

A big shout to Fi and Jill for taking the initiative to set this all up, as I am a complete ditz when it comes to anything to do with keyboards, mother boards, black boards, score boards, floor boards, running boards, skirting boards and sandwich boards....

Byseeee bye.
Jme x

Jaymie is pleased to announce her new 2007 sponsor - GRIFFITHS RACING

After an incredible 2006 season - going undefeated in the Scottish Series and achieving her best ever World Cup result - Jaymie will be looking to reach greater heights through a partnership with Griffiths Racing. Working along side team founder and long time friend Fionn Griffiths, Jaymie will be contending the European World Cup DH, World Championships, Lisbon Downtown as well as select UK/Scottish Series races.

The newly established Griffiths Racing team has already recieved great response within the mountain bike industry. Signing Jaymie to the team was just icing on the cake! "Jaymie is not only an incredible athlete, she is also the type of person that people want to be around", notes Fionn. "Whether on or off her bike Jaymie is always smiling and reminds us all of what this sport is really about...having a laugh and pushing our personal limits."

Keep an eye on this site and FionnGriffiths.com for updates on the official team sponsors.

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