January 2011

[Sweder]

Good heavens, is it 2011 already?
Dammit, I'm late. That's the last of my New Year's Resolutions in tatters.

Truth be told I took my first annual leave of 2010 and let it flow seamlessly into 2011, taking in Marco Island and the Florida Keys in my search for sunnier climes. I had my e-mail surgically removed before I left (though not Twitter, a forum for expression I find compulsive and attractive in equal measure) and managed to sidestep running for a few days. I have however vaguely complied with the rigours of Janathon (so far) by swimming/ snorkling, cycling (between bars) around Key West, playing volleyball with the CWD teens for several hours (subsequently losing the use of my forearms) and jogging gently in the Floridian surf.

I arrived home on Saturday afternoon to be told that England hammered Australia 3-1 at their place (including three wins by an innings and plenty), Man United are playing like Bolton under Big Sam yet have overturned Chelski's 'unassailable lead' in the premiership and that Kenny Dalglish has flown in from Bahrain to take over at Liverpool. It's not clever to mock the out-of-touch you know: just stop it, all of you.

Overheard in the quite wonderful Hog's Breath Tavern last week (and the cause of mirthful tittering amongst the extremely well-oiled):
My lemming's become rather fond of James Brown.
Shall I take him to the bridge?

Happy New year y'all.