sick

I’ve spent much of this week ploughing through websites on various infectious diseases. This is for work, I might add.
When you spend any length of time looking at that sort of stuff you end up convinced you have rotaviral gastroenteritis, brucellosis, shigellosis or possibly the humble scabies.
True: I don’t have any symptoms, per se, but [...]

dreams can come true

I bloody hope not. At least not the dream I had last night.
Before I go on, let me preface my remarks be saying I know how irritating it is when people tell you about their dreams. What’s that Dylan line?
At dawn my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreamswith no attempts to [...]

hip-hop battling

Things are a bit tense these days in the world of hip-hop. To quote L. Cohen:
There is a war between the one’s who say there is a war and those who say that there isn’t
And Dylan:
Everybody’s shouting “which side are you on?”
I refer, as if you didn’t know, to the looming battle between 50 “fiddy” [...]

new idea

Oh how the mighty have fallen, eh?
A few weeks ago, this blog was full of talk of iambic pentameters, throchees and other cultural pursuits. Sara from Morsey Runs opined at the time that I seemed to be writing my blog wearing a beret. She was wrong of course - I write in the nude - [...]

yum cha and nutrigrain

A combination of a big yum cha lunch and an overly warm office left me feeling somewhat fat and contented yesterday afternoon: so much so that a humorous rant against hairdressers seemed in order.
This was a mistake.
Much like the super-groovy “hair sculptor” who decided she should give me a parabolic fringe (don’t ask), the revenge [...]

anderson street hill

For some god-awful reason, known only by my sad excuse for a subconscious, I decided today was the day for a tempo session AND hills. One can only assume I’ve done something extremely bad in a former life and/or in a dream.
Either way, as you might expect, it wasn’t a wholly pleasant exercise. I started [...]

the hills are alive, but with what?

Blogging is not by its nature a particularly reflective medium. Most of the time it’s a case of “me, me, me” and “now, now, now”. This is even more the case with blogging’s evil little siblings, microblogs and things of that ilk.
What is it with these people? Writing a blog takes too much thought now? [...]

there’s gold in them thar hills

You see before you a new, renewed, positive Jruns; free of the negativity that has so blighted this august organ in recent days.
What’s changed? 2 things.
Firstly, I’ve done like the wise old men say, rolled up all my bad thoughts and piffed them into the nearest river, never to return. Actually, as there wasn’t a [...]