2014

[marathondan]

5 mile tempo run tonight. Still very mild round here - shorts and singlet at 10pm in mid-October. I took my orthotics out for the first time - we'll see how that feels tomorrow. I probably won't do a half marathon event now this year - although I'm bouncing back from a fortnight of slovenliness, motivation is somewhat mercurial at the moment. So I'd prefer to just relax and try and enjoy my running for a couple of months. I seem to have built up some base fitness, so two quick 5s and a slow 10 per week would be excellent. London training proper will start at Christmas.

Anyway, tempo run means another game of Mrs Brown Went To Playlist. Here is your music quiz for this week. It makes the last one seem positively mainstream.

Lots of people with bright faces were walking around. In fact, each of them had a star for a face. Every one a star.

They were hot-blooded as a result. Well, you would be with all that nuclear fusion going on.

Now, you know what that's a euphemism for. In fact, it seems they were filled with desire.

I must apologise for the continued double entendre generating mode of my music player, but as a result of this, something was rising. With considerable force.

Time to stop this. You never know who's reading on the internet. They could be too young for this. It would be too much for them.

Wasted on them, in fact.

Now, to put a stop to all of this, my daddy arrived, ringing a bell. Ding dong, it went.

He had with him some kind of hound or dog.

They were in the kitchen, listening to Joy Division, the dog doing some baking and hence wearing oven gloves.

The curse of the cheap mp3 shuffle repeat now returned, and a track was repeated. The heat from the oven was making the dog hot-blooded.

But suddenly it was cold as a morgue. I rue the day I hired that cheap central heating fitter. I could cheerfully murder him.

This all took me back to my teens. Was that a wolf?

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Answers on a post please. Most are stupidly obscure. There's a back-to-back brace from the 1950s. And a quartet of European rock (just). The paragraph breaks are there to help you. There's one artist in common with last time.