2007 - March

[Sweder]

When I read that the magpies were after Andy’s tadpoles I was worried this might be some terrible euphemism for a Geordie-lead attack on our glorious leader’s conceptual swimmers. Having just found a generous deposit of glutinous mass in my frog-pond this morning I know what he’s on about now.

Sadly I’m all out of spare sorrow; mine’s been converted into self-pity. Not only do I have the mother of all hangovers (carried forward from Monday night) I’ve also managed to re-awaken my old mucker Ruptured Disc in my lower back. Provided this is a repeat of historical damage it's unlikely to affect my running, but I’ll be typing reports from the horizontal for a while. Bugger.

The New Resolve is already shining through in your posts, Andy. There’s a freedom (and frequency) in your writing lately that I’ve not noticed for some time, an indication that, like the tubes in an old black and white telly-box, the synapses are really starting to heat up. With this return to form, the rustle of some quality diarists emerging from hibernation and the arrival of the incomparable Ana I reckon we Forum Junkies are in for a rare old treat.