IN WHICH WE ENJOY A RATHER NICE SPELL OF WEATHER, AND HAVE AN IMPROMPTU BIKE RIDE WHICH TURNS INTO SOMETHING OF A TRIATHLON… The weather has been very pleasant of late. Plenty of high pressure about, and that usually means some sun. Not to be a curmudgeon, but there has also been a prevailing easterly. … More Spoiling a perfectly good bike ride (again)
“You were seen going into the Scotch House.”Guessing the informant had also been drinking, O’Brien quickly replied “You mean I was seen coming into the Scotch House…” Irish novelist, Flann O’Brien, in response to accusations of drinking on the job as a civil servant in the 1940s. The allegations were of course true, but no-one … More At Swim-One-Bird
Okay. That makes no sense. It’s clickbait of the highest order, though of course, my few select readers come of their own volition, so there’s a reasonable chance you are going to read it anyway. But as most of you are either one or the other, or both, it will probably pique your interest. So … More Cycling. Like running, only easier
I sent a text to my mate Ciaran after this run. “30k in the bag”, it read, “legs in the skip.” (And for my readers across the larger of the two ponds that surround this island, that means a dumpster.) Another running mate, Gary, had tapped me up during the week to see if I … More Thirty big ones
IN WHICH WE TRY – AND MOSTLY FAIL – TO AVOID MAKING A POOR TASTE, EASTER-THEMED JOKE AROUND REBUILDING MY BIKE, GET BACK OUT ON THE CANAL TOWPATH AGAIN FOR A DECENT RUN, AND DISCOVER HOW DANGEROUS DRINKING CAN BE FOR YOUR HEALTH… A year doesn’t go by without a trip to the hospital with … More And on the third day…
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