Apparently, last night Melbourne had the coldest night since the White Witch took over in Narnia, and what’s more it’s going to get worse tonight.
Really? I can’t say I noticed. I slept like a log. When I woke up, I watched a bit of Brazil vs North Korea, then headed into town, dressed in a short-sleave shirt.
What’s more, I ran 18.67km dressed in nothing but a flimsy pair of shorts and a t-shirt they gave me at this year’s Run for the Kids.
And I felt fine. I still do. I don’t know what everyone’s complaining about.
Running
As I said, 18.67km this morning. The .67km makes all the difference. Here it is on mapmyrun.com.
Culture
There were rumours about the JH mansion about an imminent trip to see Sex and the City 2. I put my foot down and ground my heel in (at the same time, it’s possible!). Instead I took myself to see the A-Team, which has a far more suitable explosions-to-Jimmy-Choo-heels ratio.
I am ashamed to say I quite enjoyed it. The cinema was packed with 10 year old boys, and I was quite happy to regress back to the mid-80s, when I too was 10 year-old boy and the words “I love it when a plan comes together” were the height of wit and sophistication.
I remember going to Universal Studios in 1986, and they had the A-Team car there, on some kind of pivot arrangement so you could lift it up with one hand. To this day, it remains one of the high points of my life.
Anyway, there were plenty of stupid explosions, one sexy chick, lots of juvenile dialog and a plot that predictably left things set up for a sequel. So, all the boxes were ticked and all the 10 year old boys left happy.
Marieke Hardy
Three cheers for Marieke Hardy, who just tweeted:
Six-pack abs make me nauseous. Give me a man with a little belly and I’ll show you a feller who lives life well and heartily.
Just one thing, can she define “little belly”?
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