This is a story about men. Met who met in a distant age, before everyone had iPhones and laptops and wi-fi and facebook and neither the means nor indeed the inclination for the constant, relentless barrage of shared information which, if we’re all honest, is just another welcome distraction from what we actually should be doing.
It was 1999, and I was starting university. I had terrible dress sense; a velour luminous orange v-neck Cotton Traders shirt was the worst offender, usually accompanied with black shiny plastic-effect trousers. Inexplicably I was single. Read the rest of this entry »
Progress is a beautiful thing. It’s a beautiful thing that seems to encourage enormous levels of idiocy in people. Read the rest of this entry »
I need help. I need reasons NOT to agree to run 26 kilometres. Please help.
I’m not sure if he was joking, genuine or completely taking the piss, but today a friend asked if I fancied taking part in the world’s first kilomathon, a 26km road race from Nottingham to Derby in March. For those without a calculator handy, 26km is 16 miles. SIXTEEN MILES! Read the rest of this entry »
Last week I decided to move my weigh-in day from Monday to Friday. There was some theory attached but to be honest it doesn’t stand up to much scrutiny. So on Friday I weighed myself and had lost another 2lbs since Monday. Overall I was down 6lbs, and had lost 8lbs in eleven days without resorting to drastic tactics (i.e. exercise). Read the rest of this entry »
