“Ring the bells that still can ringForget your perfect offeringThere is a crack, a crack in everythingThat’s how the light gets in.” AnthemLeonard Cohen Despite the rather ominous look of this picture, the overall outlook is more amber-to-green, rather than red. It’s just that the traffic lights they installed at the top of the Avenue … More That is how the light gets in…
The above picture is a cunning segue from the end of the last post. Can you see it? No. Can you be arsed to work it out? Also no. It’s okay. I’ll tell you. Just as a by the by, this is not actually a lake; it’s a flooded meadow – a deliberate act by … More Your pain cave
It is counter-intuitive for any of us who have ever run a race, but there is one running competition where in order to win, you must finish last. It does seem, on the face of it, like some manner of cunning riddle that Gollum may have pitched to Bilbo Baggins in the caves under the … More Last but not least
There is not much to report from unironedmanland. Although, on the plus side, there has been some progress in terms of rehab. I am happy to report that I can now put on both shoes AND socks without the aid of another human being. It’s a form of elevated/single leg squat/lunge that I think I … More Pootling
My recent injury is giving me a taste of old age. Since my tumble off my roof and subsequent convalescence, I have had to rethink a few basics. And other things were completely out of the picture. The obvious items that were struck off the list included work, music and running. With a fractured L1 … More All hail the opposable thumb…
It does occur to me that the title of this blog, whilst it trips off the tongue for me like the Lord’s Prayer or the first twenty elements of the periodic table, may not resonate with everyone in the same fashion. But then, not everyone grew up in a household where their Mum spent every … More Ladies and gentlemen, play is suspended…
And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Do not go gentle into that good nightDylan Thomas I write it out in a verse –MacDonagh and MacBrideAnd Connolly and PearseNow and … More The Old Man
Now it turns out the joke’s on me, ‘coz a tapir’s top speed is 30 miles per hour, and for that, I’d have to be dropped out of a plane. I might hit it on the bike for a few seconds, going downhill. But whatever. At this stage, the poor joke is already dead (see: … More Taper? Tapir, more like…
‘You could be packed up and readyKnowing exactly where to goHow come you miss the connection?No use in asking, the answer is nobody knowsNo use in asking, the answer is nobody knows.’ Nobody KnowsPaul Brady Running around in circles may be just about the most perfect analogy for life sometimes. I mean, it’s just sitting … More Running in circles – the Donadea 50k race report
Here follows a short post. Because life is happening right now. It’s not coming to a cinema near you, per se, though that too is life. Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans. John Lennon, apparently, though I doubt anyone will ever accredit a quote anymore these days, thanks to the internet. I … More Life happens
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