April 2009

[Sweder]

It seems churlish to open a thread for April.
There's been no running of note for some time, and there's little prospect on the immediate horizon. In usual pig-headed fashion I eschewed the well-meant advice of educated people and continued to exercise on my damaged foot. All was going well until last night, when I took full part in an excellent badminton doubles. It was blood-and-thunder stuff, all players of an equal, if less-than-impressive standard, making for a fiercely contested rubber.

Racing to pick up a drop shot from Captain Tom I felt the bruised muscle tear in mid stride. There was no doubting the familiar burn along the sole of my foot; it matched the sharp pang of painful recognition in my twisted gut. I don't know what genetic flaw makes me think I can ignore medical advice and charge about without corporeal reprisal but I need to shake it off before I do some damage that I literally won't walk away from.

I shall console myself with an evening of local culture in the company of the Mighty Plodder. Following a fantastic gig at the Bulls Head on Monday where we sat in awe, two rows back from the incomporable Never The Bride aided and abetted by the vocal colossus Rietta Austin, we're off to the Seven Sisters for a monthly gathering of session musicians and a night of high-class blues.

Anyone at a loose end on the 18th of this month should get on down to the Borderline (off Tottenham Court Road, London) where NTB and guests are playing an electric session. You won't be disappointed.