Just a couple of sodden miles before breakfast. I was aching from last night’s effort, and my appetite for a sinewy 5 mile splash through the damp streets wasn’t quite there. So I settled for 25 minutes of faltering plodacity in among the rather depressed looking city centre workers as they tramped towards their desks. But it was enough to give me that glow at work all morning, and it even kept me awake after lunch, despite having to read a 200 page document describing the amalgamation of two databases filled with mortgage payment transactions.… READ MORE.... …
Month: July 2004
Another idiosyncratic communication from Aussie Graham H-M today. Trying to read one of his emails is like running uphill for half the morning. Despite not being English, or even British, he has some interesting opinions, though finding them in one of his emails is like searching for your glass eye in a swimming pool full of the marbles he appears to have lost along the way.… READ MORE.... …
Naked pizza eating, not much else. No run. Instead I went out for a stroll along the Headrow, past the glorious Victorian Town Hall and round the back of the Crown Court, where one of my favourite Leeds pubs can be found. The Victoria is one of the greatest pubs on the face of the earth. A classic Victorian boozer, built as a hotel to service the circuit judges and their flunkies.… READ MORE.... …
Today is something that has been happening in the room next door. I’m vaguely aware of what’s going on in there by the muffled thuds and indistinct voices, and I communicate with its occupants by whispering through the cracks appearing here and there in the wall. What a corker of a hangover. Absolutely top hole. I’d taken the recommendation of Malcolm Gluck in the Guardian this week for a cheap Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon.… READ MORE.... …
No run today. As so often happens, my fish and chips last night seemed to become a signal, or more than a signal – an <em>instruction</em>, to my body that good, healthy wholesomeness is over for the week. So this morning I eschewed a run and chewed a bacon sarnie instead. Then a chocolatey afternoon and some more fatty fast food as I dashed off to the cinema once more, this time to see Fahrenheit 9/11.… READ MORE.... …
An even more reluctant run this morning. Just 2.5 miles round the ring road, past all those new apartment blocks and ‘prestige office developments’. It’s hard to pick up a newspaper these days without someone droning on about how Leeds has become a kind of provincial Knightsbridge. It was time to take a closer look at Leeds life, so this evening I treated myself to a walk through Hunslet, a suburb close to the centre, but one that hasn’t yet been informed of Leeds’s new prosperity.… READ MORE.... …
I was walking along Westgate in Wakefield, a few feet behind two nervous looking guys in their twenties. They kept peering round, but said nothing. Then without warning, they began sprinting. One of them vanished into a shopping centre to the left, while the other dashed into the road without looking, threading his way through the screeching traffic. A moment later I was surrounded by about eight young guys.… READ MORE.... …