Mr Angry

I hate, hate, hate, bloody hate that bloody bike and stupid arse electrics. (the bike in the back garden I'm repairing) Now the stupid bloody spark plugs won't spark and in a moody angery I've gone and damaged the fuse box. After all that it still won't spark, and do I know why? Do I not, stupid feckin' thing, I start one thing and get it all sweet and something else comes along and screws up my day. Well I've given up now else I'll end up braking it some more.