Random catch up

New prime minister. Well yes, what is there to say that isn’t already being said? I reckon that Gordon Brown would be well advised to call an election very soon, in order to give him legitimacy. The economy could go tits up soon and if it does he has very little chance of winning the office. Somehow though, I don’t really care.

Bomb attacks. Am I the only person who isn’t horrified by the attempted bombings recently? My thoughts are more of relief. If the best that they can do is some bungled and amateur attempts like driving a car into an airport terminal, I am much reassured.

Bikes. Mundane as it may be as a topic for a blog, I have recently rediscovered my love of bikes. I had my bike serviced for the princely sum of £50, including several new parts. Bikes are great and blokes who work in bike shops are always lovely. I wish to marry one. To the right is a picture of my lovely Trek 950 bike in my hallway. This bike is a thing of real beauty to me and gives me more pleasure than I think owning a flash car would. Certainly per £ invested, it’s a mightily good return in terms of health and pleasure.

The Dutch. I took a week’s holiday to Spain last week, flying somewhat oddly with KLM. For somebody who’s travelled so much, it’s somewhat astounding that I’ve never been to the Netherlands. I really ought to as there’s something really likeable about the Dutch. They may be somewhat too fond of church and caravans for my true comfort, but they always seem so practical, businesslike and yet without any prissiness that I feel I’d love a weekend in Amsterdam. Anybody fancy going?

Spain. Yup, another year and another week in Sitges. That’s a bit of a gay cliché, but it’s such a great town. I also find holidays a great place to meet people, indeed about the only place I really meet people properly. I didn’t go there last year. I was a fool.

Running. Upon my return from Spain, where I’d drunk rather a lot and got into the habit where bed at 4am was an early night, I ran the London 10k run with a very good friend of mine. We did the 10k in Manchester a couple of months ago. Manchester was a lot of fun, but every step of the London one was painful. I’m still somewhat surprised that I finished it, let alone finished it with a reduced time from last time. It was grim though. Perhaps getting 4 hours’ sleep after a week of alcoholic toxic shock and no exercise beyond getting “jacked up on some cheap champagne” isn’t the best means of preparation for endurance events?