Archive for August, 2010

right, let’s try that again…

Sunday, August 29th, 2010

A brief update; as it is now a full four weeks since I ought to have been setting off for Glasgow before being cruelly thwarted by The Cold, I have decided it is about time I got on with rearranging and have today been juggling dates about for my promised reschedule. I have holidays in […]

i was defeated you won the war…

Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

And a fine time was (hopefully) had by all, especially me, having spent the latter part of last week in one of the plushest and most comfortable hotels I have ever had the good fortune to encounter being unashamedly spoilt rotten by my favourite London gentlemen, as well as a few very welcome new faces […]

the rat race is for rats…

Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

A brief return to on-the-road (or more accurately, tracks) blogging, since I am currently well on my way to That London for the remainder of the week, and am trying a spot of composing via BlackBerry (having managed somehow to download WordPress and a result feeling very pleased with myself). There is little to add […]

stranger in a strange land…

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

Following my recent brush with doom and subsequent recovery, I have this week been getting back on top of things and taking full advantage of my recent gym-joining, to the point that it became obvious that I was going to have to get kitted out with some backup exercising gear (or resign myself to having […]

normal service has been resumed…

Thursday, August 5th, 2010

Well, pretty much – bit croaky. As the couple of intrepid gents who visited yesterday will know, I am still a little on the wonky side and with an occasional cough like an elderly workhorse but on the plus side, half a stone lighter; the gym + plague combination has obviously been something of a […]

shakin’ all over…

Monday, August 2nd, 2010

Well, as predicted, the cold has arrived, and with a vengeance. Having woken up with that infuriating, slowed-down, head-full-of-concrete feeling, plus stiff joints, a sore neck and the red, watery eyes of a prizewinning bloodhound I am officially poorly until at least tomorrow, when the cocktail of (just in case) over the counter delights I […]

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