"I was born in sixty-seven, the year of Sergeant Pepper, And Are You Experienced..." (© Porcupine Tree). I've decided to do an Iron Man race before I turn fifty. Not so much a rage against the dying of the light, as being slightly miffed at the brevity of the sunset. That, and I've noticed I'm holding jars at arm's length in order to read the labels.
IN WHICH WE DO OUR ‘ONE MAD THING A YEAR’ ALONG THE SLIEVE BLOOM WAY, GET A LITTLE WAYLAID AMONGST THE PINES, AND INVENT A NEW TERM FOR UNPLANNED DETOURS… From a toponymic point of view, Slieve Bloom takes its name from an ancient mythical character called Bladma. As it’s old Irish, the ‘d’ is … More A hike in the hills
I’ve mentioned Gary’s blog before. Everything about it is effortlessly cool. Unlike some bloggers who ramble on ad nauseam (Who? Moi?), this author delivers beautifully crafted, compact pieces of loveliness. There hadn’t been much activity in the last few months, to the point where I was worried we may have been robbed of his elegant … More A tale of two Garys
IN WHICH RUNNING CONTINUES TO BE SPORADIC, WE PAY HOMAGE AT THE FESTIVAL ALTAR OF ALL FESTIVALS; A PLAN BEGINS TO BE, IF NOT HATCHED, AT LEAST INCUBATED, AND WE BID A SAD FAREWELL TO A DEAR FRIEND The weekend before last saw Gary and I saunter around the town. It’s a sort-of circumnavigational loop, … More Simply outstanding in my own field…
It’s been a busy few weeks. I have been back out on the road again, whilst managing to get in one of my favourite runs. At the weekend, I was off down to Cork for another stadium gig, with lots of airport pickups. With some of the crew arriving on Friday for the Saturday gig, … More Lights! Camera! Inaction…
The European Athletics championships are on this week, and although the national broadcaster are showing a lot of the events, on Friday evening, they have opted for the testosterone-fuelled rugby instead. The athletics has been relegated to the Player on the laptop, for those that have it. Ordinarily I would be stuck to the rugby, … More Some mixed news to relay…
I am still awaiting confirmation that I have a ticket for the Dublin Marathon. Its popularity has seen it move from an event that most folks could be confident they would get a ticket for, to a lottery system, in a fairly short space of time. It was inevitable really. It moved to the more … More That’s what friends are for…
The woods are lovely, dark and deepBut I have promises to keepAnd skips to fill before I sleepAnd skips to fill before I sleep…* We’re in Italy, so of course my trainer has a top of the range Cipollini bike. In keeping with the Italian theme, her legs could have been carved by Michelangelo. Though … More A bike ride in Italy, amongst other things…
A quick post just to say I managed my first run back since the whole FOTRT (Fall Off The Roof Thing). It was on Wednesday, May 1st, and there was a little labour involved, if you pardon the reference. Gary had signed up for this extravaganza since I had mentioned it about a month ago, … More Back in the saddle
Friday, 19th April. 10.41am. I go looking for my glasses as I sit down at the laptop to digest the latest spiralling madness from the globe. Now where did I put them? No, they are not on my head, dear reader. I am actually wearing them. I am officially old. It just happened. Just like … More Giving out. Not giving up. Nor giving in…
IN WHICH WE PAY A VISIT TO OUR FRIENDLY LOCAL HOSPITAL AND MEET A MAN WHO HAS BROKEN MORE BONES THAN THERE ARE BONES, AND PONDER ON WEIGHTY MATTERS OF PHYSICS… As I walked along the road towards my mate Jim’s house, I could see a decorator scraping flaky paint off the walls of a … More Fitness to practice
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