When life gives you lemons, you just have ring up the store and remind them that you ordered oranges, and they’ll remind you that you ticked the box that says they can pick something similar if your chosen product is not in stock, and you point out that nobody EVER squeezed a load of lemons … More Quantity, not quality…
I am sitting in the kitchen with the laptop open and the radio on. One of the guests on the chat show just reminded me and the other listeners that we were ‘going forward’. It irked me that much that I had to turn off the radio. Look, it’s a tad churlish, I know, but … More Going forward
A mercifully short post this week, as I have lots to do, and time is racing along. The week started in a most novel and interesting fashion, as Niall was in touch to say he was down for a trade show from his native Donegal, and how about meeting up for a natter. And so, … More All nature is healing
Right. The order of business. Let’s get to it, shall we. Running. Yes. There were five of these events this week, which is bang on schedule, and as any decent coach will tell you, consistency beats just about anything else (except massive talent, of course). But for the rest of us chumps, showing up is … More Keeping up with the Joneses
And I miss youLike the deserts miss the rainAnd I miss youLike the deserts miss the rain ‘Missing’Everything But The Girl Quite a number of news reports about the weather these days will include some statement along the lines of ‘this is the hottest Summer on record’ or something similar. The more worrying aspect of … More Parched
Glen and Tamsyn, in the kitchen next door, in Blackcastle There was a time before mobile phones. Before the internet and social media. In the mid-1980s, I was reaching the end of my school years and thinking about college. But I was spending more time and energy in a band. Three young lads from Leixlip, … More Who knows where the time goes
The mountains are calling, and I must go…John Muir, Scottish naturalist and mountaineer, 1838-1914 I hope John will forgive me for my impertinence. But that’s just the way my addled brain works. Gary Larson’s brain does similar things, without doubt, though he has found a far more successful outlet for his fantastically absurdist and hilarious … More The mountains are calling! (I’d better take that…)
The run-up to next week’s attempt at a sub-20 5k will be overshadowed by the football and the weather. And no doubt, other things. Events, as British Prime Minister Harold Macmillan was supposed to have said. Once the hamstring was tweaked, the all-critical interval speed work came to an abrupt halt, and since then, following … More Small mercies
Naturally, in a World Cup week where we have finally hit the knockout stages after 27 years of group games, it stands to reason some teams are going home (okay, maybe not 27 years, but a long old time when you have 48 teams to whittle down. And of course, 48 is a lousy number … More Take a bow
‘Every day, Josh Kerr writes down the time. Three minutes 43.13 seconds. And every day he is working to render it redundant… That day will come, he hopes, on July 18 at the London Diamond League meeting, when the 28-year-old intends to beat Hicham El Guerrouj’s world record for the mile. Project 222 is what … More The Real Mile High Club
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