Bang!

Haven't shot in a year but this quick grouping is reassuring in event of zombie apocalypse.

Also went swimming so if I run out of ammo or can't get hold of a rifle I can swim away.

Brief update on today

http://connect.garmin.com/jsPlayer/451944982

Flat huh?

How annoying. first half of that ride, up to Chertsey, I was averageing 18mph without feeling like I was pushing it then the remainder of the journey was crap. Potholes. Traffic lights. Traffic. Roadworks. Boring boring boring.

I was going to go swimming on my ride in this morning. My alarm didnt wake me up though so I was far too late to fit it in. I monged it into the office instead and got some work done.

I'm now addicted to homeland so better get back to it... thanks Fletch.

Back in the saddle

I rode to work today. No this wasn't me. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-surrey-26336618 

Not knowing if roads were open from recent flooding I took a diversion this morning around Egham up by Prune Hill. Wait there. I didn't get onto that section that quickly because the traffic from my village and all the way through was awful. Potholes are rather abundant too but the sheer weight of traffic was forcing me to progress at their speed. I quickly established that my ankle wasn't going to be a problem when clipped in as it wasn't relying on stabilising itself in the rolling plain. I had left slightly later than I planned but thought I had plenty of time still. I managed to get up to speed a few times but it wasnt pretty.

Prune Hill was fun, I thought it would cause me some problems but I span up it happily despite the traffic I had to negotiate.

I'm struggling to get pleasure from writing about this, it was so excutiatingly slow. The only fast oppotunity was down Priest Hill into Old Windsor but even that had traffic, people pulling out, clods of mud, potholes, its own river and a gravel pit at the bottom to contend with.

My cycle home was faster initially, a cheeky headwind and too much lunch the only things to worry about, then ground to a dismal series of sprints and pauses from Runnymede till home.

I had planned to reflect on why I'm training, why I'm happy to be fundriasing for Macmillan, Ironman and offer some thoughts on some deep and meaningful topics. I'm knackered though so I'll post an amusing video instead.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtube_gdata_player&v=vuBw39uCT4Q&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DvuBw39uCT4Q%26feature%3Dyoutube_gdata_player&app=desktop

Oh! An impromptu social media campaign resulted in 183 unique visitors from a fair range of countries. UK, USA and South Korea seem to home the biggest beasting blog fans... followed closely by Slovakia and Czech Republic.  Also Oh!, I was about to give a 'big shout out' but then remembered a post I dreamt up on that whilst swimming the other day then either forgot or blogged it and forgot I did so. How exciting, I'll keep it stored up. Oh! also wanted to talk about suggestions to Macmillan I sent in. Tune in soon.

Ankle has rare twinge this evening but I'll try a jog tomorrow.

Uh oh

For those of you sceptical about the spectacle of me lumping my mass around the half marathon, please follow the link to the run data. I need to find my heart rate monitor now though. http://connect.garmin.com/page/activity/jsPlayer.faces?activityId=449408440&cid=6681990

I hope that works. As I said in previous post, my ankle was painful for last part and after the run. It is OK to put weight on but any rotation and its painful. A gentle jog on toes feels OK but I'm not going to risk running on it. To that end I swapped my cycle for a swim yesterday.

Arriving poolside in Staines-upon-Thames' Spelthorne Leisure Centre, I saw to my mild disatisfaction that there was no slow lane, nor was there a fast lane. Instead a Medium lane had been staked out to prevent the excesses of the young swimmers in the 'Swim for all' area encroaching into the domain of the automaton lane crawlers. A brief glance over my fellow pool users summed them all up as slower then me, including the likes of lots-of-splashing-instead-of-progress chap, old man doing what looked like a perfect front crawl in extreme slow motion, can't swim person, cartoon limbs flailing man, normal but slower than me lady and a couple of others. In plunges Hurst as the pelaton turns for another lap, dislodging one or two in need of rest and accumulating others.

I overtook everyone twice on the first 100meters. Some congestion was caused by other jockying for position then I saw the lifeguard move round towards us. He gave me a symmpathetic look as I came in to turn so I stopped and he said he was going to split the lane. What a good chap. It was another 150m later that I had a new lane in which I was joined by slower than me lady, cartoon limbs flailing man and another chap who appeared and started doing odd drills. It meant that there was no real pace to the lane as I snurgled up and down amongst them. With the amount of overtakes, avoidance drills and bursts of speed to turn prior to an end getting congested I lost count of how far I went though it was about an hour's swim.

It made me realise though that I was progressing at my usual speed but manageing to recover quickly from sprints at that speed. I need to start using the pool time more effectively. I'll have a look online for some Ironman training sessions but I remember one or two from previously that I'll try soon.
1)
25meters 10 tricep dips at end of pool
50 meters 9 tricep dips
100 meters 8 tricep dips
150 meters 7 tricep dips
200 - 6
250 -5
300 -4
350 -3
400 -2
450  -1
400 -2
350 -3
etc

2)
Warm up
5x 400m sets with last 25m of each hundred at high effort then 1 minute rest between each set
Warm down

Hopefully these will make good use of my pool time before the ever more attractive lake swimming draws close. Other thing I need to do is time myself over 1k.

After the swim my ankle felt fine to the extent that I put the support bandage on the usual bad ankle and not that one but today its in a bad way. Rest compression ibuprofen drills in place and its a reminder that I need to be a good boy and go back to the other exercises such as core, previous physio ones I have learnt and skipping.

Creeping realisation

Gentlemen, a creeping realisation is stealing its way into my conciousness. Ladies stop reading please.

I did my first half marathon of the year yesterday and before I left. Hey! You there, woman, stop reading, I've already told you once! Before I left N advised that I should take some water with me. I almost rejected the idea until I remembered how I have suffered from lack of water on longer runs before and how much I throw down myself on organised events. A disposable water bottle with a soluble SIS electrolyte tablet crumbled in accompanied me.

It dawned on me whilst I was running that the water idea was quite typical of N's support at the moment and was very accurate for what I need as the sweaty man I am. Similarly perceptive comments on kit, nutrition, sleep, opportunities to beast and injury management or prevention are not uncommon. How could she know this much? What a natural coach! The fingers of the subconscious slinking figure hovered in my peripheral vision before grabbing my shoulder and spinning me on my axis to present his hypothesis.

Gentlemen, I have a horrid feeling that our good women folk listen to us. It seems that N has accumulated 9 years of experience in listening to my grumbles, complaints, excuses, triumphant exultation at successful new methods, feedback on dabbled-in techniques, positive reflections on training and advice from friends. This is now, in my months of need, being assimilated, processed and regurgitated to keep me on track and excuse free.

To what other aspect of our lives does this apply? How much other data from what we say, whether in heat of moment, reflective discussion or overheard is stored in such a manner, ready to be brought out at a moments notice as hard hitting information? I dread to think.

With these thoughts in my mind, oh ladies, you can start reading again now, I tackled what N labelled the Seven Hills Half Marathon. There is no point in me building up on the flat easier courses as I only have seven months till a hilly race and this is the best I can do from my doorstep. Out to the main road, two laps of the roads on the circumference of the St George's Estate, and back into Byfleet. Just over 14 miles in all, 13.2 is just as I get back to the village. Lap one I listened to music and tried to keep to an average of 6.5 mph. On lap two I reigned it back to average of 6mph as a niggle in my ankle and some back twinges were bothering me. Main effort was to get round though. On the downhill past P&G my ankle really started playing up (not army ankle incidentally), which by the end was bothersome.

I really enjoyed the run, exertion for two hours was not a problem, legs were OK other than niggles, the main muscle limitation seemed to be hamstrings.

I've woken today with painful ankle and no other aches so I'm pleased. 6mph ave over the 13.2 miles. Something to build from and I'm now mentally happy to start doing, hopefully, that distance weekly. At destination now, bye!

Hunger games

Yesterday I went on an awkward run with Chris. Not socially awkward (we discussed films, world politics, baby names, table tennis, squash and triathlon) but physically. More chaffing, more miles in the legs though  so glad I went.


Overnight I awoke at least 5 times extremely thirsty, I got through 2 pints (of water) and still needed more. I'm getting bored of drinking the amount of water I chuck over and through myself so picked up some low vol beers. I should drop some coffee intake possibly though that is already down from pre Christmas levels. Another problem is my hunger. I feel like I need to be constantly grazing as I'm always feeling hungry, I wonder if it is actually thirsty but I cant drink much more. By the time I got home my stomach was pretty pissed off with me for not eating since a snack at 4PM. Will I get used to it? I'm eating less\better and doing more but it's pretty ridiculous this unbalanced thirst and hunger thang.

Today I awoke pre 6 to get to the pool for my swim, the road closed sign to get to Staines-under-Thames via Thorpe Park was gone so I zipped along there till I realised it was still closed so I had to do an about turn and head back round via Pooley Green again.

In the pool I woke up during a 500m warm up, stretched (apparently I should be doing more dynamic stretches but I don’t know what they are), then ploughed the fast lane for 2km. I wasn’t going to do 2k straight up but I felt good going at an OK pace with the occasional boost as I overtook people and just enjoyed myself. Actually I say 2k, I was thinking a lot and so a few times lost track. The Hurst policy is to revert to the last known number so I did in excess of that distance. The bagel for breakfast saw me through commendably. Dan arrived and after having a chat I bimbled up and down a few hundred meters more before heading for some gratuitous shower action with the man himself. I'm feeling positive after that swim, I enjoyed it, pushed myself and left the pool feeling like I could have continued on much longer. My new goggles are working well and so is the pro glide anti chaffing stuff for armpits you'll be pleased to hear.

I was going to go for a run at lunch but between wanting to leave the office on time, having forgotten my socks and watch, delaying myself with some work and feeling the burn still, it didn’t happen. Naughty Hurst.

Stupid iphone and having a splash

I have been in the process of shifting away from iphone as it is far too prohibitive and increasingly unstable. Today is the day my I have cancelled the contract on it and will use my work number from now on, hopefully scrounging a nokia with which to use it. In a final act of sticking its fingers up at me it no longer wants to be recognised by itunes for me to take everything off. Now what? I've done all the bits that the apple help site suggests. Oh well I'll figure it out.

Today I started off with a swim. Hang on, when did I last blog? I did lots of beasting at the weekend thanks to being kicked out of the house by my supportive wife. OK. To the pool today, via pooley green which is no longer blocked off due to the flooding. The problem with Pooley Green was the 15, yes FIFTEEN minutes queueing at the level crossing. That was 15 pure minutes from my swim wasted.

As it is my Blogger prerogative to have a soapbox moment now and then I was considering whilst going up and down the pool what I should rant about. The lads the day before who had been the only other occupiers of my lane for 10 minutes had failed to get their testosterone pumping teenage selves to splash the 25 meters as fast as I was trundling up and down. They at one point tried to stand line abreast across the end of the pool but I continued to swim through them anyway, a couple of lengths later I finished a set and stood up in the end in which they were loitering, a genial nod and hello from me looking down at them encouraged them away. To be honest its good to see young people having fun at the pool and they were just kids. No rant there. The aforementioned collision lady I have seen a couple of times since. She seems to swim fast up then pootle back, hypocritically in the middle of the lane before pausing for an opportunity to moan about how people shouldn't be in the fast lane if they are slower than her. Nice woman. Oh well, I really couldn't care less. Just as I was reaching the point of despair for a lack of topics an amusing image hit me. Nothing to rant about but it made me laugh whilst swimming. Whilst my right arm was way over my head, my body sleekly rolled to the side, legs kicking fluidly from the hips and left arm pulling manfully through the water, I glanced with rapid eyes (through my new goggles) towards the showers area. Emerging was a battalion of large women moving with a purpose, marking the turn in the tide from the early bird fitness swimmers to the breakfast gossip club. I hadn't realised they all arrived at once, I wonder if they share a coach? Actually, it was probably a section rather than a battalion, or a troop perhaps. They dominated the entrance, completely blocking it before heading to the shallow end ladder like a troop of pay day squaddies emerging from a club and strutting into a small kebab shop, stopping occasionally to gesticulate boldly. All this in two glances as I switched to a two stroke breath pattern to compensate from my guffaw as the song "here comes the girls" came on turned up to 11 in my brain. I wondered if they were still there when Dan arrived.

I can't wait to get out of the pool and into a lake to swim, I'm running out of things to think about and when i think too deeply I forget to count lengths.

The other day I heard some of C's 'Game Songs' shortly before swimming and had those rattling around in my head for an hour and a half. It isn't healthy. "Don't ever step on a snake, or you're making a big mistake, so for the sake of your protection, I suggest you change direction, get out of there for good for goodness sake." Don Spencer (N thinks).

I met Chris for a run at lunch today, it was slow as I'm aching from the weekend and wasn't at 10005% after my swim but it was great to catch up and book him to run more often.

The cost of training

I have just been looking at some half marathons to enter locally and £40 seems to be the cost of entry for all them, Brooklands, Surrey, etc are as much as some Olympic tris and the marathon I ran. Maybe running in the fair surrounds of this beautiful county cost more but I feel a bit agreived that just running for a sustained period of time should cost that much. The goody bag at the end must be bloody good.

Entering that sort of thing is fun and good for training as it gives a weypoint for training and marker for improvement but I just can't afford to be throwing money at those mere blips of a run. Chums, I call upon you to run with me, I shall text Dan right now to book a long run with him and Chris to reengage him with a) this blog and b) my lunchtime runs.

I went to see my osteopath first thing today. My back feels amazing, my hamstrings feel good (after having to man up to some pain at points that I wouldn't admit to Suzanne during the appointment) and I picked up some tips for how to improve my stretches. I already have the next appointment booked in. Looking after my back is to be a big point in my training for this epic undertaking. I also saw a consultant today who after 20 seconds of looking in my mouth agreed that my wisdom teeth should be extracted soon. Less weight to carry on the race at least...

More turbo

Something felt a bit funny on the turbo trainer this evening.

Man this sucks

Last night I spent just over an hour on the turbo trainer whilst watching Flight of the Conchords. Then some weights and then some core stuff. I was snotty and coughy during it, typical cold thought I, but was very happy to push on. Today? One minute into a run and I felt light headed, had high heart rate and legs took industrial action.

It's a shame as my new Suunto Ant+ stick arrived today to load up beastings to PC and I had hoped to wow the entirety of my readership with a magnificent run in appalling weather. 

Instead of the 8 miles I did about 1.5. Hoping this will go away soon. Being ill twice in a fortnight is just not cricket. Or triathlon.

Prayers and thoughts with all those affected by the floods. Byfleet seems ok so far unlike over Christmas other than some of my running routes being moist. I have my wetsuit in the back of the car and goggles on standby.

Baby boy due in April and still have no idea for a name. Please suggest away.

Jostled

I'm blogging whilst standing in a train into Waterloo today. It was slightly delayed into Weybridge which meant another train had time to spill forth it's contents onto the platform. I had waited in place for the train to arrive, having had time to finish the Metro (excluding gossip columns) and eas increasingly aware of the large number of fellow clock watchers. The train arrived and I was close to a door at the front of the scrum. I then made the mistake of holding back slightly to allow others off. Seasoned travellers allowed me to do so before capitalising on my lack of Machiavellian instinct. I then proceeded into the throng and made mistake number 2 which was to allow a lady to step up first at which point another lady darted into the space and a third, impatient at my obviously unheeded gentlemanly gesture shoved me aside to get on herself. I didn't get a seat. Oh well, I don't need or today really but it's the blow to my chivalric notion of the world that pangs. 

I suspect it is karma having a go at me. Yesterday's run was diverted due to flooding. 

The path is down between the pillars and the white bollards so the gate at the end was over half submerged.

Instead I ran down past byfleet primary on a moments whim to explore a new footpath. It opens up to a carpark in which I ran into four men smoking weed. I have them a scornful look, produced my phone and they dropped butts and dissipated. Hurst of old probably would have confronted them, sure I would have had a warrant card or at least one at home in this instance but instead I made a mental note to mention it to the safer neighbourhood team and ran on. It was a secluded spot with me against the four of them...

Ok I made space for a lady to get past and she stopped in the space I left. I've now been in this stress position for 15 minutes encroaching into some chaps personal space. He's probably reading this. Sorry old boy. No reaction. Ouch my back.

...but I wouldn't have gone too hard on them. Am I becoming less idealised? They should not have been there and they got away with it unchallenged even if they were surprised to see seventeen stone of hurst sweat towards them. I want C to grow up in a village without that sort of nonsense taking place next to her prospective school. Feel bad now, even knowing the low chance of any action really being taken by the police, low chance of them still being there on arrival or high chance of not really being thanked by anyone. Should that be a deterrent though? No. Naughty Hurst. Not so super now. I was plagued with those thoughts for the rest of the run.

I've had a few experiences of lack of thanks. After confronting two shoplifters at sainsburys and getting them to go back in and pay rather than have me call police (having got past the tedious squaring up and threatening bit), I tried to alert shop staff but was told that I needed to get in the queue. I know that a few drinks aren't the end of the world fora big  shop like that but the problem will only get worse if thieves operate with perceived impunity.

Nearly at Waterloo now thank goodness. Off to St James Palace for GoldAward Presentations. Best and most inspiring part of my job. 

What is the ettiquette these days for being shoved into someone. The poor chap hasn't reacted and seems to be engrossed in Kindle so maybe I'll leave him to his escapism as I round off mine.

Turbo

I took C swimming this morning and on the way there we visited the library.* It is national library day #nld14 today, as publicised by twitter, so I strolled in with expectations of a carnival (but quiet) atmosphere. Instead, the usual nice lady, crazy old lady and teenage girl who I suspect to be volunteering for her DofE (I can smell a participant a mile off) were all doing there usual thing. This was today reassuring one of the tea and biscuit ladies that they shouldn't be annoyed with the other tea and biscuit lady for not being there as she wasn't supposed to be there till 1030 and it was only 1000. C checked her books in, received a bag for getting all the penguin stamps on her loyalty card, and bumbled off to select new books. I had a quick look around, realised that my hopes of anything special for #NLD14 were dashed and helped C select new books. As we were leaving, C running the gauntlet of strange old people who feel obliged to try ineffectively to make her laugh, I noticed a small sign advertising the fact that it was indeed #NLD14! Stopping C, I turned to the nearest lady and asked about the drawing competition it advertised starting at 1000. I was told to come back later as it hadn't started, I suspect they didn't have a clue about it. I intimated that it was well past 1000 and that if stay if they could find out and was told (after careful scrutiny of the poster) that the winner was being picked at 1215 so I should go back then. This was repeated when I asked if that would give C time to actually draw something so I wished them well and followed a relieved C back to the car.

Swimming with her was great, not been for a couple of weeks due to potty training (her, not me, I was trained months ago). I take advantage to stretch, kick legs hard or swim with we on my back as well as attempt to persuade C that submerging her is about fun not drowning. She's getting confident now though it's great fun.

Home to work in the garden, chopping and sawing firewood and clearing the house interspersed with exercises and all done in cycling shorts as I hope to turbo train as soon as jobs were done.

C and I watched the England game together (only watched the Wales game intermittently and did some hoovering). N mocks me for some of the things I now yell at the TV and laughs a lot at C's immitation of or reaction to those strange words or noises in lieu of swear words. Oh well.

After bed time, loft trip, tidy time and some rearranging of furniture I eventually set up the turbo and got in a tough hour. Plenty of stretches and some physio exercises rounded off my afternoon of activity. A quick shower before eating gorgeous stew made by gorgeous wife.

Active day, productive day, England win, lots of time with C and prospect of seeing chums for lunch tomorrow. What a happy chappie I am.

*for some reason autocorrect on my phone just changed that to 'way there we busted the library' which would have been a more interesting story.

Setting targets

Today's post will discuss today's beasting and the month's target.

1) Today's beasting
It was clear that Geoff was stiff from yesterday's adventures as he loped around the office this morning. His broad shoulders and rippling muscles were not as free as they have recently been. An aching back, a stiff right quad, stiff left calf and clicky ankle were all too apparent to both sufferer and purveyor. It was also clear that being in a new office has somewhat thrown the lunchtime run routine, with watches, earphones and waterbottles being frequently misplaced.
At last, clad in fluorescent jacket, white shorts with blue thermal shorts underneath and muddy black trainers he collated his running ancillaries and headed for the door.
Any passer by would have remarked on the joy visible on his face resulting from a realisation that despite the ache, he was 'up for it'.

We will later see from the Garmin 310XT run data that will be extracted when he finds his ant+ dongle that he jogged to the castle end of the long walk and struck off directly along his route. A gentle perceived effort would probably be reported as he approached the road crossing with a push as he neared the deer park fence. Beyond that? Anyone out there would have noted the variable South Westerly wind that hindered advances and caused flooding across the path of the plucky Operations Manager.

As the gradient increased there was a definite lengthening in stride. As the path widened and rose further he was seen to push up the hill, take a deviation to the left then attack the Copper Horse on the left flank to ensure the final push would be over slightly further but firmer ground. A pause for a photo of a sunny Windsor then back down the proven route he came, sliding in the full spirit of the Winter Olympics to the road below. Rivulets of unhomed rainwater dominated his footsteps and skid marks, revealed from their tenuous hiding places amongst the long grass that made the going look so deceptively easy.

With some wind behind him (he he, wind) the perceived effort increased with the speed, some interest was added to the run by using the grass rather that the road. The Coldstreamer on guard at the castle gate would have seen no Pythonesque Lancelot making little headway towards him. Instead a yellow blob of progress would have become increasingly threatening as it drew into focus. With motivation enough to jog on the spot whilst awaiting traffic to pass then extending the sprint across the road till the apex of the final rise before the swoop towards the castle, Geoff realised that he perhaps had more reserves left that he had given himself credit for. Interviewed afterwards he might have described an odd feeling in one knee and his gammy ankle, whilst his thigh continued to complain but it wouldn't have been a particularly interesting interview. Attacking the final hill, Geoff gave a yell of excitement that caused panic in a small child, mirth in the parent and a confused look from a cluster of elders. Old people I mean, rather than a group of trees. Maybe they are spelt differently, I don't know.

2) The run today was under 45 minute for the long walk section which included some aches and slow go on Snow Hill. By the end of February I will have that down to under 40 minutes or my name isn't Geoffrey Van Hurst. I should probably set myself a target for each of the disciplines in which I will be testing myself so I will also add as targets timing a 3,800m swim and undertaking a 60mile cycle. Actually, another target will be to run a half marathon (either organised or solo or with a chum). I am going to look back on February and think "Yes! I made the most of that month!".

Dan, fancy a run?

Oh talking of chums, I communicated with Chris for the first time in ages, I didn't even wish him Happy Birthday in December. Damn. Please add a comment wishing Chris Happy Birthday. I must communicate my running schedule with him to get him out for Windsor runs. It's great being able to run and learn anything from history to nanotechnology, discuss anything from films to literature and exchange a barrage of wit that would rival an improv night at the Comedy Store.

Oooh I want to go to the Comedy Store. Who is in?

Back In

I awoke this morning and instantly knew I was better. Yesterday was day 1 since last week where I didn't feel like I was dying but today I was Better. My alarm tore me from bed and propelled me to fix the boiler, some stretches whilst waking C up got my legs into the mood and my morning SS&S polished that mood to perfection. Awesome coursed through my veins, the prospect of a good day had me strutting and even a breakfast of toast with butter seemed invigorating. 

I ran just over 10k today with half of that in mud, slick grass or puddles. Other than needing to work out some stiffness early on I took to it like a. I had a really good simile for here and I just forgot it now I'm having a mental blank. It was a fun run though. I'm also in the mood for keeping exercising. Sporadic sit-ups, crunches, weights, press ups, stretches, calf raises occur when I'm not concentrating.

Now I'm back to generating content through sweat sessions I'll spend time considering the life the universe and probably the contents of my fridge to ensure that you get something interesting. For now know that I am back in. Fridge wise I am really hungry and would not turn down a steak about now.

Today I ordered more running socks, new goggles and some proglide lubricant (for armpits with swimming, possibly nipples for running and then wetsuit when I get back into outdoor swimming) so am looking forward to those arriving.

I fall asleep now with the mantra in my mind "it's ok to be hungry, it's ok I be hungry it's ok to be hungry..."

Well thats good then

Since Friday (or possibly Thursday evening) I have had a distinctively unusual headache. I tried swimming Friday morning and really struggled to exert myself without getting woozy. My day at work was supposed to contain a lunchtime run but seeing as I struggles with the walk in that didn't happen. I did try a bit of running and my body told me to go do something rather rude. So that with an an upset stomach has really dented my month's training activities. This is very unusual, I normally get ill for a day, man up and carry on but not so this time.

Was it the slow ride home in the cold? The hot swim followed by cold blast of air conditioning at Riverbourne club? Ill colleague? C and N seem in perfect health so nursery isn't a suspect. I'll go with Riverbourne as I already had a grudge with them and I always get confused when trying to balance too many grudges. Was it Guy Fawkes who still has my DVD and Jan who tried to burn down the houses of parliament or the other way around?

So not much in the way of beasting to report unless you count mad sprints up the stairs to the bathroom..? I can talk about those if you really want.

Bored now.

Ill

Grrrrr