another quiet week in worthing.
o/k i know my blog is supposed to be about walking but it’s much more than that - a man thing. peter took us on a trek a few weeks ago where we encountered innumerable insurmountable objects - stiles. stiles. bloody big ones. my inside leg 29.5 inches; stile height 32 inches - outcome bollocks or lack of. no more walking for me until the ointment works.
who said "you should always train hard and bust your butt"? you guessed – tiger after his 13th major. and I always thought it came so easy. i could do beer festivals for ireland – is there a competition?
went to the edinburgh festival last week. lots of shows. the more i laughed the more i expected to laugh until i didn’t know if i was laughing at all - but I knew when I wasn’t laughing. my favourites - family meals (not a show), tom russell, deafy’s island discs, simon amstell, forgotten voices, this piece of earth.
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