Got back from Birmingham this afternoon. I came home to read the papers and generally not be so hardcore as to go straight back to the office, only to discover that tennis has indeed returned to my television set with the advent of Stella Artois at Queens. I’m a little bit worried that I won’t go to the office again for the rest of June now that there’s tennis to watch from my sofa. When I was at school and the tennis was on I’d wander off to the caretakers’ room to sit with John and Danny. We drank tea and cheered on Andy Roddick. All kinds of fun.
Birmingham was good. The band were in good moods and played great too. Looking forward to the Mean Fiddler tomorrow night so they can show their wares to the folk of London.
This evening I had an excellent bacon sandwich before going for a run at about 10pm. That’s the latest I have ever been running, and I quite enjoyed it. For some reason I didn’t really run out of runnygy (I just made that word up. Running energy. Ya dig?) so just kept on trucking with Silent Alarm by Bloc Party as my soundtrack till it stopped feeling sensible. And I also worked out – this is a bit gross – that one of the things I love the most about running is the sweat behind my ears. It makes me feel a bit like a cat. Or something like that.
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