feeling queezy

It was a decidedly ordinary weekend, this one just passed. Everyone in Melbourne suddenly had the experience of being a pack-and-a-half-a-day smoker, whether they liked it or not.

Now I used to be a pretty heavy smoker, and even back then I don’t recall being quite as short of breath. Then again, I probably didn’t ever try to run 20k back then.

Actually I didn’t try to run on the weekend either. Even I wasn’t that stupid. Instead I bunkered down in the house for the weekend, watching DVDs and getting steadily more sweaty and grumpy.

I don’t mind getting sweaty when I’m out there running, but I resent sweating just sitting still on the couch.

Well, anyway, things started to pick up last night as a mild-ish cool change came through. This morning I took advantage of the relatively benign conditions, and ambled along for 17ks or so. The post-run buzz kicked in post-run, naturally enough, and life began to look more rosy.

However, it turns out it wasn’t the sort of rosiness that lasts all day. It was the sort of rosiness that just distracts you while fate is creeping up behind you to give you a big kick up the bum.

Today’s b.k.u.t.b. came in the form of a story on theage.com.au, who report that Cherie Booth/Blair has apparently posed nude for a painting. I was going to include a picture, but I thought better of it. This is, after all, a family sort of blog. Also, some of you might be reading this eating your cornflakes…

Instead, I’ll just provide a link to the website, and if you are a glutton for punishment or have a strong constitution, you can peruse the story at your leisure. I can’t take responsibility for what’s on the Age’s site. Don’t say I didn’t warn you - here it is.

Great…. Apart from the exceedingly unfortunate image that will be forever burnt on my mental retina, I can foresee about 30 emails per day offering me the chance to see “Going down on Downing street” or “Blair does Bush”. Actually, those work pretty well, maybe I have a hitherto unknown aptitude for porn movie titles. Perhaps a new career?