“When Cash in the Attic came on, I just had to stop everything.”
“Is there is an Ikea in Bucharest?”
“I do like Chinese food usually. It’s just that Frank doesn’t like stuff that’s too exotic.”
“You just need trumpets.”
“When Cash in the Attic came on, I just had to stop everything.”
“Is there is an Ikea in Bucharest?”
“I do like Chinese food usually. It’s just that Frank doesn’t like stuff that’s too exotic.”
“You just need trumpets.”
Amazingly, you can watch me running (sort of) across the finish line. It’s a bit like playing ‘Where’s Wally?’, only you get the added benefit of seeing me in various stages of suffering… I’m the one in the black lycra with the baseball hat, sunglasses and ‘John’ written on his front!
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…
Someone in the FT wrote recently that there’s no middle ground on rollerblades. Apparently, you either leap to your feet and zoom about confidently like a Starlight Express chorus-girl or you stand jerkily like a newborn foal and roll awkwardly away with arms flailing, like a cartoon character on a banana skin-strewn pavement. Actually, I…
When I first started running three years ago, it was Victoria Park in Hackney where I did my first circuits. Once round was enough back then, leaving me puffed out, but proud of my achievement, as I walked back to Roding Road via the newsagent. Today I returned to Victoria Park to do three circuits…
I had forgotten that train journeys at the weekend can be tricky. In a moment of what may turn out to have been genuine madness some weeks ago, I decided that I would take a week off work and do some walking. So, this morning I left London with GNER to head north to Malham…