joy and jubilee

After filing yesterday’s extremely humble missive on the topic of my disintegrating feet, the rest of my body began heading southward, perhaps in sympathy with the stockmarket.
First, the achy back, then hips and shoulders. Then some crazy fool seemed to have turned the air-conditioning on at Antarctic levels. 90 minutes later the heater seemed to [...]

mmm tasty

I don’t know if you’ve seen this, from the age today:
Horror novelist boils girlfriend’s fleshOctober 12, 2007 - 7:00AM
An aspiring Mexican horror novelist has been arrested after police discovered his girlfriend’s torso in his closet, a leg in the refrigerator and bones in a cereal box.
Jose Luis Calva told police he had boiled some of [...]

guns, dogs, money

By the time yesterday lunchtime rolled around, my legs had gotten to the point where they felt like an exploratory run was in order. I wasn’t opposed to the idea, so headed out for what should best be described as a “recovery run” around the tan and various other hotspots.
It was a bit hot, and [...]

decastella

One of the things that holds many people back from potential running careers is the fear of complete strangers splitting their sides laughing and hurling witty abuse from the other side of the street.
It does happen.
Back in the heady days of 2004, when I started running, a harmless “run Forrest run” would be enough to [...]

the lurgy is over

Ahh, “lurgy”. It’s not the nicest word is it? There’s something about it that reminds me of that instant just before vomiting.
Lurgy
Still, it’s appropriate.
Thankfully, last week’s sickness has more or less departed the scene. The chest is back to normal and the nose has resumed normal service. Thanks to all readers who left messages of [...]

pox

The new style is on hold today, I’m afraid. Much as I would like to serve up a beautiful example of trochaic tetrameter extolling the virtues of various running spots across Melbourne, I’m afraid it can’t be done.
“Why,” you ask? Well, mainly for one reason:
I’ve been gripped by some sort of pox or plague that [...]

riding the bus

I refuse to catch the bus. I just don’t trust them. I’m fine with trains, trams, feet, bikes or cars, but never the bus.
On a train, you know exactly where it’s going - it has to stick to the tracks - and you know when you get there - there are signs on each station.
But [...]

clowning around

A few days dredging the depths of popular culture had left me feeling a little fagged last night. Not only had I been watching the Biggest Loser, I’d caught up with the latest happenings in Summer Bay and Erinsborough and become more familiar than is absolutely desirable with the adventures of Ms Spears, Hilton, Lohan [...]