“If there’s one thing we can be sure of,” said the man on the public address system this morning, “God is not a runner.” This may have been a little unfair, and possibly mildly blasphemous, but he had a point. As I crossed Green Park to reach the starting pens of this morning’s 10k race
Today, colleagues at the Scout Association, through a series of letters and emails sent around the globe, announced that I am to be their candidate for election to the World Scout Committee. The election is to be held in July, in South Korea. World Scouting has been living through a number of challenges in the
An excellent article about the work of Career Academies in Society Guardian today. It’s been interesting finding out which of my friends are Guardian readers… http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/2008/may/14/4
What a terrific course! It was described as ‘gently undulating’ and I suppose it was. There were no really difficult hills and most of the trail went along traffic free country lanes. The start was a bit narrow, being a pavement by a relatively major road, but otherwise it was a very jolly run, well
Hottest day of the year so far. I have just come inside having fallen asleep after lunch in the garden and realise that tomorrow I may well resemble a lobster. It’ll be a lobster that’s running 10k in St Albans, and I guess they are few and far between, but it will be a lobster
Our biggest graduation ceremony yet, with students from all over England. (Wales and Northern Ireland will graduate for the first time next year.) We took over Westminster Central Hall for the day and they looked after us tremendously.
Obviously, one of the first things that Jack-Patrick had to do on reaching the United Kingdom was to go and see where his antecedents used to live. Here, therefore, you see me looking in one direction, his mum looking in another, his dad adjusting the buggy (complete with ‘festival wheels’) – and the dog and
I’ll be frank. I don’t normally like babies. They are unpredictable, fragile creatures that seem to cry all the time and frighten middle aged men like me. Everything changed today, when I met my nephew for the first time. Jack-Patrick May, newly arrived with his mum and dad from Australia, is perhaps the most perfect