Pointless Activity No. 317: Neatly folding clothes into a suitcase before flying with El Al. It took the Heathrow security team less than twenty seconds to transform a morning’s work into something resembling a clothing bin at a jumble-sale. Alongside this act of vandalism was a Stasi-like forty-minute interrogation by a couple of earnest officials. Somehow, I got the feeling that my answers were not really the ones they wanted to hear.… READ MORE.... …
Month: September 2003
Why me? It seems that no sooner am I back on my feet, some new disaster strikes. Last weekend’s running plans were scuppered by the combination of a sore throat and a sudden, unexpected attack of drunkenness; then yesterday, when I was just 1.384 miles (SDMs are wonderful things) into my planned long run, I tripped over on an uneven canal towpath, and gouged lumps of flesh from my right knee and both palms.… READ MORE.... …