Tuesday, 11 November 2008

What a difference a day makes...

The sun is streaming through the window, the sky is blue and my diary has 90 minutes blocked out at lunchtime for a run. I'm finally rid of the snot'n'chokes and feeling really quite human. This is the first year that I seem to have avoided a chest infection after my "octobercold" and that's just great.

Been listening to Mark Morriss' (he of the Bluetones) solo album this morning for the first time, and it is amazing how music can transport you into the past. We saw him at the black sheep bar in Croydon last year doing a solo spot and he rattled off a few of these new tunes. The minute I heard them on the album they came ringing back from that night, which is testament to the quality of his tunesmanship methinks.

Anyhows - a busy day ahead where I must internally repeat by mantra (without moving my lips) "Do not kill the stoopid people, Do not kill the stoopid people"...

Monday, 10 November 2008

time moves on...

...so how often does one blog. often enough I suppose.

The Great South Run was a bit of a flamin' disaster really. Cold, wet and slow and didn't get through the mystical 1:20 barrier despite lots of training (had been ill/crocked for a fortnight beforehand).

The kids got to do the "mini south run" though on the Saturday - 1 mile round the seafront - and had a whale of time (wail?) Then spent most of the next 3 days in the historic dockyards which was absolutely astonishingly stonking. As I age, my history muscle is strengthening so I can genuinely spend time in museums, etc and be actually interested. Not sure how that happened and I apologise.

Next plan is the Berlin Marathon in September '09 (with some short runs in between now and then), but have more than a stone to lose before/through training. Want to be skinny(ish) so have to cut out the yorkies and brownies and down on the beer.

If you go here http://sinjville.myminicity.com/ then my minicity will build itself - what fun.

Saturday was our tenth anniversary of Thursday Night Football. 14 bodies from quite far afield reconvened for what can only be described as a blummin' marvellous afternoon. A round-robin tournament of such numeric complexity that only Spektor understood it - but fierce competitive games followed by a beerlarf in the pub til around 4.30 - plus a lift home. Result.

Then had to act sober and light fireworks/bonfires with neighbours in the rain while the kids watched from shelter. Ah - tradition.

Next time - will start to post witty and interesting observations. This is just me practicing.
Honest.

Apparently Heather Small was knocked out of Strictly on Saturday for dancing badly to Rebel Rebel. Good. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ud0CAZA5cjU





Asda have Indy Jones and the Crystal Nut for 8 squid - will see if they have any back in stock since lunchtime? (erm - not likely)