danni minogue

I had intended to launch today’s salvo by saying making humorous remarks at Danni Minogue’s expense was like shooting fish in a barrel.

On reflection, I’m not so sure about that. Shooting fish, I would imagine, would be quite difficult. They flap about a bit, you know, in preparation for kicking the bucket. (There are those who say Danni’s dancing is a bit like a fish flapping about in its death throes, but that’s just plain mean.)

So, making fun of Danni M is far easier than the shooting fish caper, and there’s no need to feel guilty about it either. After all, she’s about 80% plastic these days, and plastic has no feelings. She also appears to be wholly without pride, inhibitions or talent.

And she delivers such wonderful material:

DANNII Minogue is keen to “concentrate on the music” after embarrassing images of her canoodling with a female stripper in a London nightclub surfaced last week.
Source: theage.com.au

Surely she doesn’t mean HER music? Has she ever listened to it? No-one could be that crazy.

New shoes
I bought new shoes on Friday. They’re yet another pair of Brooks Adrenalines. This time, they’re in a rather fetching shade of red, rather than the staid blue I had already. They currently have about 4ks on them, after a brief test on Friday night.

Right now, they’re sitting at the end of my bed, white, virginal and pure. No nasty comments, thanks.

Running
A 30k run yesterday morning with Clarkey for company. We started nice and early and took it pretty easy for the most part. Well, reasonably easy - it was marginally faster than 5 minute ks, but we were able to talk fairly comfortably the whole way. It actually turned out to be slightly under 32k and I did the last 3k at a faster pace.

The course is mapped out on mapmyrun.