Until recently, I'd only break into a sweat en route to Sainsbury's if I was worried that a 2-for-1 beer offer was going to end.
But having to hobble on two crutches is making the simplest of tasks a lot tougher.
And I seem to be talking to a lot more beggars. maybe it's because i can't walk past quick enough, or maybe they see me as, like them perhaps, down on my luck. Either way, they no longer ask for money, just opinions and chat. It's quite enjoyable..
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Ouch
My London Marathon dreams are over.
Broke left fibula playing rugby on Saturday (apologies for those in vicinity for the girly scream) and likely to be in plaster for 6 weeks and hobbling for a little more.
A bit pissed off.
Just home from hospital after a couple of days of MRSA-dodging (hopefully) and weary.
Very sorry to everyone who had sponsored me. Will try and work out what to do...
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Miserable 'Messiah'
Was watching the TV feed from St James' Park tonight, and from where I was sitting, Kevin Keegan didn't seem all that excited to to be back in football.
Mind you, he was sat next to Mike Ashley, the formerly mysterious tycoon who you can't get away from now. The billionaire was in his Newcastle shirt and celebrated the second goal (against the mighty Stoke City) like they had won the FA Cup, not edged just through to round four in a replay.
His reaching across Keegan to 'high five' chairman Chris Mort (or "Morty" as my lip-reading skills suggests he calls him) was embarrassing.
Keegan didn't always get on with John Hall but I can't see this working.
Now wouldn't that be a shame ;) ?
Mind you, he was sat next to Mike Ashley, the formerly mysterious tycoon who you can't get away from now. The billionaire was in his Newcastle shirt and celebrated the second goal (against the mighty Stoke City) like they had won the FA Cup, not edged just through to round four in a replay.
His reaching across Keegan to 'high five' chairman Chris Mort (or "Morty" as my lip-reading skills suggests he calls him) was embarrassing.
Keegan didn't always get on with John Hall but I can't see this working.
Now wouldn't that be a shame ;) ?
Monday, January 14, 2008
The heat is on...
...or rather the heat is in.
It's in my socks, my pants, and my Belle & Sebastian t-shirt.
Yep, it's amazing what can happen if you leave a tube of Deep Heat in your pocket then throw it in the wash. Not my finest hour and get the feeling it's not going to knock Meadow Fresh out of the Lenor range of fabric softeners.
Ran home from work after eating jelly beans for energy. Got a stitch.
It's in my socks, my pants, and my Belle & Sebastian t-shirt.
Yep, it's amazing what can happen if you leave a tube of Deep Heat in your pocket then throw it in the wash. Not my finest hour and get the feeling it's not going to knock Meadow Fresh out of the Lenor range of fabric softeners.
Ran home from work after eating jelly beans for energy. Got a stitch.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Water music
After months of needing rain, parts of Australia have had some downpours.
As a result, a rave festival in the middle of rural New South Wales has been surrounded with water leaving the party-goers unable to leave for several days until they rebuild the road - washed away by floods.
Army helicopters have been flying in provisions. Presumably a sackful of e's and The Shamen's back catalogue.
As a result, a rave festival in the middle of rural New South Wales has been surrounded with water leaving the party-goers unable to leave for several days until they rebuild the road - washed away by floods.
Army helicopters have been flying in provisions. Presumably a sackful of e's and The Shamen's back catalogue.
Friday, January 04, 2008
The Queen's Head
Just back from Victoria after handing in my marathon place acceptance form at the HQ of the Parkinson's Disease Society , the charity I am hoping to raise a decent amount of cash for in April's run/walk/stagger.
Decided it would be a nice idea to jog there from home and then meander back along the river.
Clearly though, this was all a bit of an after thought as:
a) I'd already put a stamp on the envelope
b) It was a bit far and I ended up taking the tube home (ostensibly so that I wasn't late for work but in reality because I was knackered)
Came back via Wandsworth Road, passing a block of flats with a large sign proclaiming: Danger: Anti-climb paint.
Sounds safer to me.
Decided it would be a nice idea to jog there from home and then meander back along the river.
Clearly though, this was all a bit of an after thought as:
a) I'd already put a stamp on the envelope
b) It was a bit far and I ended up taking the tube home (ostensibly so that I wasn't late for work but in reality because I was knackered)
Came back via Wandsworth Road, passing a block of flats with a large sign proclaiming: Danger: Anti-climb paint.
Sounds safer to me.
Must try harder...
This blog began in August 2005 - when I returned to the UK after living in Australia and East Timor.
However life cannot have been that interesting as, in the next two-and-a-bit years I managed to make two entries.
One dissected the origins of the blog title*, so hardly an event in itself.
The other was about meeting David Hasselhoff in a lift, which clearly was.
But I am going to start again, not least because I am running (well, taking part in) the 2008 London Marathon and hope that in return for being given a fantastic insight into my training and efforts to stay off the booze, some kindly souls may like to sponsor me.
So cheers.
* While in a class learning the Timorese langauge, Tetum, I mistakenly described myself as a chicken (rather than a man - the words are quite similar). Given my classmates were all Australian, my nickname during that time in Dili became Chook which, in Aussie parlance, means chicken. A chook pen is somewhere that chickens live, but given it also has connotations of writing, it seemed a reasonably good blog title. Bear in mind though, that I had been starved of good comedy for a couple of years.
However life cannot have been that interesting as, in the next two-and-a-bit years I managed to make two entries.
One dissected the origins of the blog title*, so hardly an event in itself.
The other was about meeting David Hasselhoff in a lift, which clearly was.
But I am going to start again, not least because I am running (well, taking part in) the 2008 London Marathon and hope that in return for being given a fantastic insight into my training and efforts to stay off the booze, some kindly souls may like to sponsor me.
So cheers.
* While in a class learning the Timorese langauge, Tetum, I mistakenly described myself as a chicken (rather than a man - the words are quite similar). Given my classmates were all Australian, my nickname during that time in Dili became Chook which, in Aussie parlance, means chicken. A chook pen is somewhere that chickens live, but given it also has connotations of writing, it seemed a reasonably good blog title. Bear in mind though, that I had been starved of good comedy for a couple of years.
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