catskill mountain perseverance September 26, 2006
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smith’s leg (feb 06)
the first half was horrific, I drank my one beer and felt like killing myself to end the agonising pain. Arsenal – on the other channel – had gone 1-0 ahead and life was not worth living anymore… Thank fuck for half time. After the break Manchester United were a different team, totally controlling the game and having chance after chance, after Saha’s goal put us ahead nothing could stop us. Alan Smith made a welcome return after 7 months out after suffering a horrendous injury against Liverpool in the FA Cup way back in February. Ronaldo was on fire, spurred on no doubt by the echo of booing from the Benfica supporters (he used to play for arch rivals Sporting Lisbon, and the fans hate him; he’s used to the boos now, in Premiership his every touch is greeted in similar fashion in a pathetic response to what happened in the World Cup in the summer – if you don’t know where have you been?). 6 points from 2 games leaves us top of the group, ahead of Celtic who are on 3. Next game is in 3 weeks at home to Copenhagen.
I have been somewhat slack with regard to exercise. But I did get up at the astonishingly early hour of 0715 this morning. The cat woke me, got me up. I am greatful. Honest. This means that at 2215 I am bloody tired and knackered. The cat is clever. I had intended to get up this early but the warmth of my bed and the contrasting cold autumn morning air kept me snugly wrapped until my cat started moving things and creating a general racket. Seriously I think my cat is a genius. She knows how and when and where to be to get the exact thing that she wants. I have incredible resistance, you have to understand, to her super-feline powers but sometimes it is easier to do what she wants. Get up feed her and problem solved. The rest of the day was quite productive. At the current moment I am without employment (self unemployed as I heard one bloke call it) and I have been spending a large amount of time today looking for jobs. There is plenty out there and with enough perseverance I will soon find something that fills my pockets with gold oncemore.
Exercise. I need to work on getting more exercise. Tomorrow I will go and play badminton. And I need to go running at least 2 times a week. I need something to motivate me. When I was in Cambridge I had at least one fit housemate girl, as many as three during a golden 3-month period last Autumn (those were the days!!!), to concentrate my efforts. Now I have the cat and it is not the same. I think she’d admire me whatever I looked like. Any ideas for motivational tools??? A race or 5 would be an excellent thing to focus my mind. Hmmm…
September 25, 2006
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does this work, testing one two three… hehe… yeah??? Uh Okay then. Pictures forward you can look to for a guess at what I have been thinking and doing… Mmm!!!
this cat haunts me September 25, 2006
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It may be due to me being here all day that has led to the growth of a second shadow – my cat, tawney – or my hermit mind wanting total isolation but. Whatever way I turn the cat is always there. Either she has feline alzheimer’s, a phenominal stomach worm, or she needs my company and the only way she knows how is to pester me ceaselessly for food. It is driving me mad with rage. I could lock her outside but I am too nice a person for that.
In other news I have bagged all the loose change in the house (all £33 worth of it!!) and taken it to the bank. The fucking paper boy delivered the Times this morning. He (I assume that is a “he”) didn’t even manage to put it through the letter box and left it on the door mat. Bastard.
I am reading a book about a British man’s trip around China. I got it last week from the well stocked travel section of the local library and its called Green Dragon, Sombre Warrior by Liam D’Arcy Brown. So far it seems as though this bloke knows as much about the area as the locals and that the discovery achieved through “regular” travel seems lost on him. Still, I am only 50 pages into it, things can change!
the minders have gone away September 24, 2006
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Dear Reader,
I would like to inform you that I am all alone in this big castle of mine now that my minders have gone away to Corsica for two weeks of relaxation, hiking and sunshine. Now I have the house, it is all mine and it is eeerily quiet. Or it would be, if I weren’t pumping out the most foul blood-churning dance music I could find at full volume. Fergie has been a radio1 dj for 5 yrs and last night was his last night as a regular dj and radio1 celebrated with his excellent essential mix [available until 01/10/2006]. Yeh, yeh, yeh… bmp, bmp, bmp… whoeee!!!
Making excellent use of the fact that I have the house to myself I read the newspaper (the excellent Observer – my minders do not get this paper as they are subscribers to <em>the Sunday Times</em> which I cannot read without wanting to vomit blood, if I get as far as actually noticing it has words in it, such is the horrific state that it leaves me in… does anyone out there read this paper, how can you read that crap???). I have found about wi-fi in Taipei, the Killers, Janet-Street-Porter, news of the Reading-Manchester United 1-1 draw and other interesting and informative bites of wordage.
I heard that this weekend is the cross-over weekend between summer sports and winter sports. There certainly is a lot of sport going on. On TV was the World Road Cycling Championship (won by Bettini, just ahead of Zabel), Davis Cup tennis (Great Britain beat Ukraine 3-2 and remain in the second division), the World Badminton Championships (Emms and Robertson won the mixed doubles final) and the Ryder Cup Golf (I am not a golf fan but any victory for Europe against America has to be heartily celebrated!!!).
Time for din-dins…
EUROPE August 31, 2006
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Snug cold grey… back in the UK. Here is a summary of where I went in the 6 weeks (40 days) that I was in Europe…
Flew to Girona >> train to Barcelona, book train ticket to Benicassim, fucking hot, then finally find accomodation
Benicassim Music festival:: beach in day, music at night;; amzing, with bands such as madness, Pixies, Kooks, and DJs such as Herbert, and Coldcut. Hot hot. Gorgeous women.
INter-rail:: Train to Morocco (via Valencia and overnight sleep at Madrid station) >> Morocco >> train to Santiago de Compostela (via just caught connections in Madrid and Algericas, and bounce-back from La Coruna) >> Santander (met cool Spanish dude, long long journey from Palencia to Santander, walking through midnight Santander to the top of the town and campsite) >> Biarritz (really exceptionally ill, painfully long journey stopping everwhere) >> Geneva (via Toulouse and much of France) >> Chamonix-Mt-Blanc (via beautiful scenic route into the mountains) >> Venice (via Milan, slept at Venice station) >> Ljubljana (slovenia) >> Budapest (Hungary, via Croatia, met English who inspired my detour into Poland) >> Krakow (Poland, via Slovakia) >> Prague (Czech Republic, city of no sleep) >> Paris (via Germany) to the music festival >> UK (via anal security) >> HOME (via Dad’s lift).
