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
Saturday, April 26, 2003
Apart from a recent strain of my arse muscle ('Gluteus Maximus' apparently) my running's been going fairly well lately, and i'm looking forward to my next Half Marathon as much as you can look forward to doing something that invlolves a lot of pain and hard work.
My main target is to beat the time i set in my first half marathon in March (1hr 56m), though as it is a proper 'league' race, my other key motivation is to not be last like i was in my first proper league race, the 'Stilton 7'. To my credit i was actually 156th out of 176 runners, but i was indeed last in my category (The 'Men under 60 with two legs and not suffering from severe Elephantitis' category).
I also learnt two important lessons during my first dabble in the world of competitive running.
1) There's 10 minutes of paperwork to do before the race, so turn up more than 10 minutes before the off - My warm up consisted of a panicky sprint straight to the start line.
2) Don't try and keep up with the 'Flash Harrys' during the begining stages of the race. Which i rather stupidly did, despite warnings of imminent death from my Heart rate monitor. This lead to me 'blowing up' in rather spectacular fashion after two miles, and then being overtaken by most of field during the next 5miles - somewhat demoralising.
The Hinckley Half Marathon sounds like it's set in fairly pleasant surroundings, and involves a lap around Bosworth water (Though i stopped noticing my surroundings after 10 minutes of my last Half-Marathon). So if anyone fancies coming along to support my 'Don't come last' campaign, i'm sure a good day will be had by all. Especially if you're not doing the actual race :os
5:45 pm Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Oh, how did it get this late?
I wanted to write an essay about why Wayne Coyne should be appointed head of the UN, take charge all world affairs immediately and be allowed access to whatever experimental musical equipment and / or fluffy bunny suits he requires to create and maintain world peace, but sadly all i've had time to do is put together a page of scanned photos from my cycle tour round Vancouver last year.
Judging from current rate of progress on the site, the ETA for the Wayne Coyne thing should be sometime in the Spring of 2005.
Pah! Who needs all that Harley Davidson crap when you've got a set of Panniers like mine?
1:33 am Tuesday, April 08, 2003
I'm starting to worry that i may be a bad influence on my Mother.
Despite being naturally repulsed at first by programs like Jackass and Dirty Sanchez, she's gradually grown to enjoy them to almost worrying levels. In fact she complained to me today that Jackass these days seems a bit tame in comparison to the antics of Pritchard and Dainton.
Her MTV culture crossover has even gone as far as watching Nirvana unplugged the other night (It was on after a Jackass double bill). She enjoyed that immensely too, and was suitably disappointed when i had to tell her that the singer killed himself several years ago.
Is this normal behaviour for a 56 year old woman?
Dainton, about to do himself a mischief
12:51 am Monday, April 07, 2003
Just a quick note to let you know i'm still hanging around, and that the site hasn't popped it's clogs just yet.
It's a shame i've not found the time to post anything lately, as i have been doing lots of quite interesting stuff. Hence the lack of motivation to hang around in front of a PC i suppose.
Anyway, here's a link to a page of pics i've knocked up from a recent jaunt up to Glasgow, where i naturally managed to fit in a days Mountain bothering, and bagged my first two Munro's woohoo! as well as getting to the summit of the mighty scary 'Cobbler' (See below)
The Cobbler, definitely a brown trouser kind of mountain (And yes that IS me goddamit!)
