A happy-go-lucky English rambler dude goes to New Zealand for a year. Here he interfaces with some of those he left behind and details his nefarious activities. Or summat.
Recently clicked on MP3s - 7th June 2005 The Lucksmiths - Warmer Corners
Jens Lekman - When i said i wanted to be your dog
The Trashcan Sinatras - Weightlifting
Teenage Fanclub - Man Made
Laura Veirs - Carbon Glacier
The Decemberists - Picaresque
The Eels - Blinking Lights
Sunday, February 16, 2003
Is it just me, or does everyone find that their life is just one long backlog of things to do?
Not being the best in the world at prioritising tasks either, i constantly find myself starting one job, and then halfway through realising i've got something else to do that's more important, leaving the first job, starting something else, and then doing the same with that job 10 minutes later.
Hence, as i type, i'm surrounded by half compiled cd's, half written letters, un-ironed clothes and un-watched Tour de France videos (When can you squeeze in 3.5 hours of cycling action these days?). I suppose everyone has the same amount of crap to deal with these days, and quite possibly just as much crap as people have had to deal with from the dawn of time, so i shouldn't moan. And come to think of it, i still had huge backlogs of stuff i wanted to do, even when i didn't have a job and was loafing around on beaches in Hawaii all day. Hmmmmm.
I really should start following the trusty MoSCoW methodology that we learnt in our OO lectures. Do what you Must do first, then what you Should do, then what you Could do and finally what you Want to do. Or alterntatively, i could just keep bumbling along in my tried and tested hapless style :o)
The one thing i think i have been making a reasonably good job of lately is my running. If you didn't already know, (and judging from the fact that Cat & Clare have arranged an engagement party on March 1st, some people don't) i'm doing my first half marathon on March 2nd. I managed a very hilly 12mile run last weekend, so i should be able to cope with the flatter 13miles round the Silverstone formula 1 track. Though i'm definitely not taking it lightly, as those 12 miles, we're possibly the 12 hardest things i've ever done in my life. By the end i was pulling a fairly grim looking grimace, and passers by did seem to be slightly concerned for me, though perhaps they were just worried about getting out of the way of the streams of sweat, snot and spit i was regularly expelling.
I've also finally got round to having a go with with the local (Birstall) running club, they seem like a pretty friendly bunch, and i managed to keep up with the slow group without any problems, so the running part of my ego was suitably boosted. On Monday i'm going to see how i get on with the middle speed group, so it may soon come back down to earth with a bump. (The high speed group looked like a bunch of Ron-Hill clad gazelles, one of whom was off on a 20-mile training run the next day, so i'm giving them a wide berth for now!).
Well, as it's a very rare sunny Sunday afternoon, i really should get out for another run i suppose. Or hang on, should i finish my letter to uncle Allen in Canada? What about all the ironing?? Oh, no all the washing up!?!? Aagh, i've not been to see Grandad all week too!! There's that Lucksmiths compilation CD to do for Tom too, not to mention the three books i'm halfway through reading. Bugger! and that website to do for Bill. Oooh! And the '89 tour video with the closest ever finish to watch NNNGAH! *Brain implodes*
