This is me driving.
I shan’t be doing much of this on the weekend.
We have very few plans, which is lovely, for a change. I am running in the ‘Cardiff Bay 5’ on Monday though, which is a 5 mile run in Cardiff Bay. I will admit that it’s not the most imaginative of names for the race. It’s a bit Ronseal, eh? Does exactly what it says on the tin.
On this day in 1945, Hitler died. He was a teetotaller. So tonight I’m going to have a glass of wine just to make sure I don’t end up the same way. Not dead, obviously. I’m almost definitely going to end up as that. But hopefully not as a Nazi megalomaniac.
Enjoy your weekend, people!
‘I’m contemplating thinking about thinking. It’s overrated, just get another drink in.’ Robbie Williams, Come Undone
I sometimes find that when I think, I don’t tend to get any happier. I think, and then I find flaws, despite being a naturally optimistic person. So maybe not thinking is the way to go. However, I may have just come to that conclusion by actually thinking a bit about it. So maybe the way forward is to think about things, then come to the conclusion that not thinking about them would have been best in the first place. Perhaps I’m not thinking enough about things for me to get a satisfactory epiphany. Maybe pushing past the flaws and basking in truth found is the path to joy.
Or maybe I should just get another drink in.
Welcome to my mind.
Hello Sunday evening, my old friend. Turning up to steal time and then buggering off without helping to clear up after the party.
I’ve just come back from a lovely weekend in the Isle of Wight, staying with a former housemate. We sat, drank a lot of tea, even more wine, a fair bit of beer, and a couple of whisky macs. In between bouts of drinking, we went to some botanical gardens; had ice cream on the beach; went to 3 Wetherspoons (I like to visit new ones when I get the opportunity); saw a lizard; had 2 fried breakfasts; laughed a lot; sang a bit; danced on the sofa somewhat; and had a bit of a late night YouTube Djing session. Though not necessarily in that order. We then met up with friends in Bristol on the way home for a bit of a catch up. Cracking stuff.
(Yes, that is me singing into an empty wine bottle. I rule.)
It’s experiences, not stuff that makes life great.
I am in a very good mood today. It could be that Friday Feeling (which is probably a trademark or something, please don’t sue me Cadbury’s/Kraft); or it could be that I’m off to the Isle of Wight for the weekend; or it could be the weather (see above). Or that it’s Nick Berry’s birthday. Ok, it’s probably not because of the last one, but it is always good to remember that Every Loser Wins.
Either way, Friday, I thank you!
How’s everyone else feeling today?
Wasn’t that a lovely weekend?
Friday night I went to watch my good friend Ross Gurney sing in Kitty Flynn’s in Cardiff. This is also where I tried Brains Black for the first time (It’s not too dissimilar to Guinness, in case you were interested).
Saturday I went and did the Cardiff Park Run again. I beat my personal best by over a minute! Also, probably more exciting, I managed to beat the small boy (I’d guess he’s about 8 or 9) who has beaten me the past two times I’ve run! I know, it does get rather worrying when a nine year old boy is your nemesis. Saturday afternoon we walked up Sugar Loaf, near Abergavenny. The weather was beautiful and my wife had packed cracking sandwiches for us to enjoy at the top! This is what it looks like at the top:
(It doesn’t look like that all the time, you understand. I’m not always sitting on the trig point.)
Sunday morning was spent in the sun-soaked garden. Me, digging, hoeing, and turning the vegetable patch; My wife pottering with, well, pots. We then went to Porthcawl:
We helped move a piano, stopped for a quick pint in a pub overlooking the sea, came back, and unloaded the piano:
Which was a little tricky, but hugely satisfying once we’d moved it in, onto its side, back onto its wheels (after learning that it still wouldn’t go through the living room door on its side), through the kitchen, in to the back garden, and back in through the back patio doors! It was like ‘Large Musical Instrument Krypton Factor’! We then got chips on the way home; I had a glass of wine, did the crossword, watched a little golf (and Desperate Housewives which I don’t pretend to follow) and went to bed.
How about you?