Restaurant delivery bods often slyly shove flyer menus into the cracks of apartment doors in the afternoons. I had discovered that if you hear them doing this and are quick enough, you can really freak them out by slowly, but firmly, pushing them back out again…..
Having had scuppering throat knack and associated head buzz wobblies for a couple of days, I managed to drag myself out for a gentle, rehabilitating jog around the park this afternoon. A drenching in the winter sun did the neurons good. A nod that I’m likely able to participate in this year’s marathon, as well as already signed up for the pain of triathlon in July, has nudged me to put together a proper training schedule for the next half year or so. A much needed de-chubbing and distance build will now ensue. Although still sluggish and shuffly, the legs turned a corner (figuratively, literally, and then figuratively again) last week and the joints are running much smoother than the last copula months. With a few pointers here and there, there is a proper plan – just needs the discipline for glue.
London to Brighton is well made, definitely grim, and a tad disappoiting in its ending, but recommended. New Uncle Bob long player pretty strong overall. Ex-Orbital Harnoll albums: Paul Hartnol‘s offering is all over the shop stylistically, but pretty interesting. Meanwhile, brother Phil, one half of Long Range, is a bit more cohesive on the electro front; opening track, “Lie Down”, is spot on.
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