How did I manage to miscalculate my winnings so badly? It must have some kind of temporary mental paralysis. The long and the short is that I didn’t “earn enough to pay for a couple of good meals out”, but I did accrue enough to finance a couple of evenings in the pub, the first of which I cashed in this evening.
So.
So the unfortunate Iain Duncan-Smith is no more. Is it just me, or did he remind you of a character from Wind In The Willows? I could never watch him without imagining him gnawing at a damp tree-root. At the time of writing it seems that Michael Howard is to emerge from the shadows to have a go for a while. It’s a bit like a penalty shoot-out when it’s 8-8:
“Who should take the next kick, Boss?”
“Erm, well who’s left? Crikey…”
British domestic politics is one of the best spectator sports around, so it seems a great shame that the Tories are threatening to deprive us of a leadership election. I’d come to look forward to this biannual tournament. General elections are even better. Just like the World Cup, but a bit more entertaining.
Today I worked from home, so was able to pop out at lunchtime for a five mile run along the canal. It should have been a great one; the sun was shining, the air clean and autumnal. But as I’ve often found, the pleasure I get from a run is usually in inverse proportion to my expectations. It wasn’t exactly a bad run, but I struggled to get a rhythm going, and seemed to lose all energy between 3 and 4 miles.
I’ve had a couple of emails from a Polish chap called Adam Kaminski regarding the Wroclaw marathon in April. I’m not committing myself to anything at this stage but I do like the idea of this race. There are loads of interesting races that weekend. They include: Lochaber (Scotland), Hamburg, Stratford-upon-Avon, Madrid, Padua, plus some smaller ones in Spain and France, and other exotic ones that I wouldn’t consider like Bali, Brisbane and Big Sur. But a lot to choose from.
