"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.
That whole ‘new year, new me’ stuff really gives me the ick. (On a temporal point of order, as someone I follow online quite rightly suggested, we should celebrate the Winter Solstice, not some arbitrary date like the 31st or the 25th, which is itself ripped off from a variety of religions and whatever you’re … More New Year, new, eh… year (and some new shoes)
“Across the evening skyAll the birds are leavingBut how can they knowIt’s time for them to go? Before the winter fireI will still be dreamingI have no thought of time For who knows where the time goes?Who knows where the time goes?” Who Knows Where the Time Goes?Fairport Convention Well, Dad, that was some year. … More Who knows…
I am going to get ahead of the criticism by saying at the outset that I ain’t no corporate shill! But now and again, it’s okay to give in to your baser urges, and occasionally admit when a product or service was absolutely bang on. And as luck would have it, two came along together … More In praise of a pair of shoes…
IN WHICH WE COME TO THE END OF OUR COURSE, DO A WEE BIT FOR NATURE, BID A FOND FAREWELL TO AN OLD FRIEND, AND GET A LITTLE FESTIVE CHEER ON BOARD… That month fairly flew! I have finished up my EMT course, and have been deemed fit enough to go forward for my 40 … More A farewell to arms
As I sit here in my little office, relatively insulated from the world’s madness, I actually have a brief moment where I can’t recall if the riots were this week, or last. It’s a measure of how much sheer emotional data has swarmed down the information superhighway. It’s been a deluge. A flood. An overload. … More Dublin, oh Dublin…
I think anyone who titles a blog post ‘a new chapter’ should probably get slapped across the back of the neck with a wet fish. Now, if you’d caught me about an hour ago, we could probably have obliged, but all the fish has now gone into a fish pie and is currently sitting on … More A new chapter
IN WHICH WE INVENT A NEW FORM OF TRIATHLON, WITNESS SOME REALLY SERIOUS RUNNERS AT WORK, AND PONDER ON SOME WEIGHTY TOPICS… I may accidentally have stumbled upon the best way to workout. It could indeed be the new triathlon. On Saturday, our local parkrun was celebrating its eighth birthday. Alas, celebrations were a little … More Run, bun, run
The following is more of a photo essay than a blog post. Work continues, as does the gym, and I managed a paltry 5k at the weekend. My brother was over for a visit so there were, em, distractions, and of course, there was some rugby to be watched. But overall, it’s very much ‘as … More Leaves to appeal
The first fire of the season smoulders in the grate. My brother is over for the week, neatly coinciding with our Mum’s birthday, and he and I made short work of the last few logs which needed sawing, splitting and stacking. It’s next year’s firewood (unless we have a horrendously long Winter!), and the best … More Making tracks
Gym continues, and I have managed to fulfil my duties as regards getting in three sessions per week. I am noticing a few improvements in some areas, but I can’t say the classic bench press is doing a whole lot, as far as I can tell. We’ll stick at it, anyway. I have at least … More A run and some recollections
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