August

[Sweder]

Quick update:
Been to the Quack and got referred to my local sports physio. Hopefully start the knee quest by latest next Thursday. Meanwhile an innocent case of aircon throat picked up in Florida has developed into bubonic plague. I'm coughing up lung butter in lumps the size of golf balls. So it's a kind of two-for-one non-running deal; whilst your knee's crocked your lungs may have well take a time-out too.

Two weeks of inactivity has me adrift on the dusty highway between Desperately Concerned Canyon and Couldn't Care Lessville. Trouble is I'm slowly trudging towards the latter, my yearning to hit the hills dissipating as fast as drinks in the Last Chance Saloon for our lame duck PM. Meanwhile the layers of lard, until recently held at bay by my dogged refusal to stop dragging it up hill and down dale, have started rolling effortlessly in across Big Belly Bay.

Not much more from me for a while - unless I get around to writing up the tale of our trip to the Friends For Life conference in Orlando; that was some journey for all of us. I mentioned it in an e-mail to all old mate of mine, but less haste/ more speed and all that . . . I wound up name-checking Friends for Leif. I got an excited message back two days later together with a link and a note that he thought it was terrific that I'd gone all that way to support an Eighties Icon.

Like, whatever man.