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
I'm still off running, but hopefully Friday's club run will be my long awaited comeback into the world of semi-amateur jogging, as my upper leg / arse region has been feeling staedily better all week.
To stop my legs wasting away completely, and to get ready for a sponsored bike ride i'm doing soon, i've started cycling to work this week. It's only a few miles, but there are plenty of 'satisying' hills to get stuck into on the way, and the sense of complete smugness gained from zooming up the inside of huge traffic jams really is quite incredible!
Not to mention the time saved, as, due to all the jams, it's actually quicker to cycle the 6 miles-ish to work, than it is to drive or get the bus! Doesn't seem quite right for Lestar, the UK's "Environment City", does it? (Though as i was one of the shmucks sat on his own, in a car, in the traffic jams last week, i can't start preaching just yet)
Ah, and especially as my other reason to be happy involves gratuitous use of a 2 litre combustion engine... Bank holiday Monday was spent cruising around the sunny Leicestershire countryside in a classic 1972 *COUGH*fortaxpurposes*cough* Citroen DS, courtesy of Leicester's premier Citroen officiando, Mikey.
The big, green, curvy beauty turned heads everywhere we went, even despite the fact we had neglected to wear the traditional black polo necks, and chain smoke Gauloise. Ahh... Merci Mikey!
