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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 »

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Monday night the missus and I went for our longest run so far.  My guess that there were “probably” street lights on one particular mile and a half stretch of winding country lanes turned out to be incorrect, but we made it around the full 4.35 mile loop in about three quarters of an hour, which isn’t bad (and, per walkjogrun.net burned off 800 calories).  I felt I could have gone quicker, but we ran at a comfortable pace and by the end — although my legs were tired and aching — I wasn’t especially short of breath.  I’m taking this to be an encouraging sign; it suggests I must be reasonably fit to be able to run four miles and not finish coughing and wheezing my guts up. Read the rest of this entry »