Supposed to run 12 miles today but instead I went to work. I had a vague thought about doing my run after work, on a circuit that goes along the Thames to the Tate Modern, across the Millenium Bridge to St Paul’s, then along the other bank of the river back to Waterloo or even Westminster Bridge, then back to the South Bank. But I didn’t.
Too much beer yesterday. Arrived in Shepherds Bush early to watch the end of the Leeds-Arsenal game on TV in the pub, and got chatting to some people, and, well, ended up having a few pints more than intended, followed by a few more after the match. Eventually M turned up to drive us back to Reading to see Road To Perdition, which I’d been looking forward to for some weeks. M claims I kept falling asleep and snoring, which I’m sure can’t be true. Mind you, I did wonder why the film seemed to last only about 20 minutes.
Take my advice. Don’t go the pictures if you’ve spent most of the day in the pub.
At least we won again.
