April Fuel

[Sweder]

A combination of ugly stiffness and the knowledge that I'm out on the tiles this evening helped pry my corpulence out of bed for an early shuffle to Blackcap.

Tonight I'm off to the Bull's Head in Sheen to finally catch up with Never The Bride. I met the lead singer at Kelly Johnsons' wake in the Prince of Wales (Earlsfield) last summer. The band have recorded backing tracks for none other than the fabulous Dame Shirley Bassey and whilst their music may fall outside my usual sphere of appreciation I'm eagerly anticipating tonight's gig.

The Bull's Head is a Youngs pub and as supporters of fine ale will atest it would be simply rude not to partake of their wares. So, on a day that I finally weighed in at 91.5 kilos (Fat Frank is rumoured to tip the scales at 92 ) it seems weeks of hard work are about to be tragically undone. Combine these factors with the news that I'm meeting up with a good friend of some thirty years for the first time in eighteen months and you'll see where this is heading. C'est la vie. To paraphrase that old saying about work, do we run to live or live to run? Gotta have some balance I reckon.

This morning's outing was as rusty and uncomfortable as expected but I achieved my immediate goal, shifting a few litres of lactic acid out of my aching legs. It also means I won't feel quite so bad as I tumble out of bed tomorrow knowing I'm in no fit state to run :o