Nowhere to hide…

Nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide Got nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide It’s not love I’m running from It’s the heartaches That I know will come ‘Nowhere to Run’ Martha and the Vandellas Well, the other option was ‘The Final Countdown’ by Europe. But that was quickly ruled out on several … More Nowhere to hide…

Dublin calling…

A very brief post to wish my mate Ciaran the very best of luck in the Dublin Half Ironman, or 70.3, as they prefer to brand it. Alas, this race came a little too soon for me, but now of course I wish I was taking part. This is a classic case of the Oisin Syndrome. (You … More Dublin calling…

Halfway there…

“Oh you silly thing You’ve really gone and done it now Oh you silly thing You really gone and done it now” ‘Silly Thing’ Sex Pistols I suppose I could have used Bon Jovi’s Livin’ on a prayer just as easily. But the Sex Pistols are way cooler. In any case, all I’ve done is … More Halfway there…