...I'll simply turn up to my interview dressed as a pumpkin.
Genius
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
London is shrinking (Sarah)
When I lie me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my knees to keep
Because I dont' bloody well want them. Must have been running like a fool yesterday as my left knee is shrieking in protest and it hasn't done that in a while. I ran me 8 miles last night and feel virtuous because of it. However, I would like to complain that London is shrinking. Yes, it really is. With my new gee whiz tool of a Garmin, I can measure precisely how far I have run. I have an 8 miles circuit. Garmin agreed that it was 8 miles before so why did it decide yesterday that it wasn't. Apparently it is only 7.7 miles now. The only explanation is that London is shrinking. It can't be me or the Garmin.
I'm down to do ten tonight and I am a little bit scared. I might fall asleep in my dinner afterwards.
Halloween (Cherry)
After a slightly boozy weekend were I did everything but run (I even did a gig!) I am rising phoenix-like from my own ashes. Last night I did 10, today off, tomorrow running is going to involve getting up at daft o clock as I have work, two interviews, evening class AND a Halloween party to go to. I suspect my fancy dress will not be my best. In fact it will probably be a re-enactment of last year’s Count Crapular effort. Since I will be in a suit, maybe I can roll around in some soil and claim I have just escaped the grave. Maybe not. I think ghoulish dressing up opportunities for a person in a beige suit are limited to:
- 7/7 survivor (still not quite finding this funny though, bit close for comfort)
- Steve Irwin (Very funny but done by Chris last year)
- Decaying corpse that had to go to an interview (lame)
- Count Crapular.
Any ideas?
- 7/7 survivor (still not quite finding this funny though, bit close for comfort)
- Steve Irwin (Very funny but done by Chris last year)
- Decaying corpse that had to go to an interview (lame)
- Count Crapular.
Any ideas?
Weekend running - Meant to upload this yesterday
Sarah says:
Well I said I would do 5 and 18 over the weekend. I lied. I did 5 and 5. I was pitiful on Sunday. The moment it rained finished me off. To be honest it wasn't going well before that. I think my residual illness wasn't helping. While my legs were fine, the jolting of my head made it hurt and my vision seemed to be half a millisecond behind where it should have been. Oh well. This week I am going to stick to the timetable totally and be generally very very good. That even gives me Wednesday off for halloween. Hooray.
In a totally unconnected matter, I think a new law should be bought in for noisy eaters. All of them should die. There are some very basic social rules and not eating loudly is one of them. I have people in my office that eat / slurp loudly and I want them destroyed!
Cherry says:
Poor old Sarah, she was poorly but still managed to bravely do flaming shots of Sambuca in the pub on Friday night. I didn’t run much over the weekend, but I did drink a fair bit.
Sarah’s dislike of noisy eaters is one which has been well documented through history. Lets hope the main offender happens to be browsing this site and gets the hint. Although I suspect that just telling him to eat with his mouth closed might be kinder… but what do I know?
Well I said I would do 5 and 18 over the weekend. I lied. I did 5 and 5. I was pitiful on Sunday. The moment it rained finished me off. To be honest it wasn't going well before that. I think my residual illness wasn't helping. While my legs were fine, the jolting of my head made it hurt and my vision seemed to be half a millisecond behind where it should have been. Oh well. This week I am going to stick to the timetable totally and be generally very very good. That even gives me Wednesday off for halloween. Hooray.
In a totally unconnected matter, I think a new law should be bought in for noisy eaters. All of them should die. There are some very basic social rules and not eating loudly is one of them. I have people in my office that eat / slurp loudly and I want them destroyed!
Cherry says:
Poor old Sarah, she was poorly but still managed to bravely do flaming shots of Sambuca in the pub on Friday night. I didn’t run much over the weekend, but I did drink a fair bit.
Sarah’s dislike of noisy eaters is one which has been well documented through history. Lets hope the main offender happens to be browsing this site and gets the hint. Although I suspect that just telling him to eat with his mouth closed might be kinder… but what do I know?
Friday, 26 October 2007
Look who's hauled her moth-eaten corpse into work today!
Oh dear me. I haven't run for over a week. That is bad, bad, bad (gently rocking in my work swivel chair). I solemnly swear that I will run on Saturday a distance of 5 miles and then on Sunday, a distance of 18 miles. That will help my conscience. If I don't then please poke me in the eye with something sharp. In my defence, I have been ill and sickly thus could not run. Unfortunately the gods that rule the marathon aren't going to shorten the distance just cos I was a bit poorly one week during training.
My sister told me to hurry up and write some funny things like Cherry. I think I may have been insulted. And she nagged me earlier about not training enough. Ok she has a point but honestly, I'm 30 and not my brother who is useless when it comes to training for things, as he well knows! I shall give a one fingered salute in her general direction when I trot round 18 on Sunday. More likely I will frown my eyebrows because nothing else works but you get the point.
My sister told me to hurry up and write some funny things like Cherry. I think I may have been insulted. And she nagged me earlier about not training enough. Ok she has a point but honestly, I'm 30 and not my brother who is useless when it comes to training for things, as he well knows! I shall give a one fingered salute in her general direction when I trot round 18 on Sunday. More likely I will frown my eyebrows because nothing else works but you get the point.
Thursday, 25 October 2007
I think it's time we talked about Uri Geller
Well guess what I’m going to be doing tonight. Yep. Running. But I’m sick to dashed hell of writing about running, so instead I’m going to put out a little plea to the blog followers. Both of you.
Someone intimated to me this week that I may have rather too much spare time on my hands, and while I unequivocally insist that this isn’t the case, I have spent this week trying to wind up Uri Geller.
Uri Gellar is a worker of the dark arts and a greater threat to all that is good and true than JK Rowling. As such we should all send him prank emails!
Remember though, being the most powerful psychic known to man, Uri will know what we are up to if we think about it too hard. So remember to try and not think much while you are doing it. I’ve found this adds to the outcome. Here is one of the emails I have sent Uri Gellar in the last week.
Dear Uri,
I think that I am your biggest fan ever. I have pictures of you in every room. I don't have that many rooms, but if I did, I would fill them with pictures of you!
I also have seen nearly all your TV appearances and can report the following strange phenomenon:
1) Once you were on TV and you asked people to put their watches on the TV and see if any thing happened. I put an old nurses watch my mum gave me on the TV. It didn't work before hand, and afterwards it didn't work either. What must have happened is that your psychic brainwaves must have mended it, but been so strong that they actually broke it again! Wow!
2) When you were on I'm A Celebrity I was totally cured of a headache! It came back when the series ended though.
What am I saying? You probably already know this being a psychic! Anyway I would love your signature, would you be able to sign a fork for me?
Your biggest fan
Cherry
It all started when I made myself giggle at the idea of complaining to Uri that he wasn’t replying to the mental messages I was sending him. I knew I was sending them out because Derek Acorah rang me up and asked me to keep the noise down.
So please join me in winding up this grinning man-tard and tell me tales of your Uri Baiting.
Thanks kids.
Someone intimated to me this week that I may have rather too much spare time on my hands, and while I unequivocally insist that this isn’t the case, I have spent this week trying to wind up Uri Geller.
Uri Gellar is a worker of the dark arts and a greater threat to all that is good and true than JK Rowling. As such we should all send him prank emails!
Remember though, being the most powerful psychic known to man, Uri will know what we are up to if we think about it too hard. So remember to try and not think much while you are doing it. I’ve found this adds to the outcome. Here is one of the emails I have sent Uri Gellar in the last week.
Dear Uri,
I think that I am your biggest fan ever. I have pictures of you in every room. I don't have that many rooms, but if I did, I would fill them with pictures of you!
I also have seen nearly all your TV appearances and can report the following strange phenomenon:
1) Once you were on TV and you asked people to put their watches on the TV and see if any thing happened. I put an old nurses watch my mum gave me on the TV. It didn't work before hand, and afterwards it didn't work either. What must have happened is that your psychic brainwaves must have mended it, but been so strong that they actually broke it again! Wow!
2) When you were on I'm A Celebrity I was totally cured of a headache! It came back when the series ended though.
What am I saying? You probably already know this being a psychic! Anyway I would love your signature, would you be able to sign a fork for me?
Your biggest fan
Cherry
It all started when I made myself giggle at the idea of complaining to Uri that he wasn’t replying to the mental messages I was sending him. I knew I was sending them out because Derek Acorah rang me up and asked me to keep the noise down.
So please join me in winding up this grinning man-tard and tell me tales of your Uri Baiting.
Thanks kids.
Wednesday, 24 October 2007
Sarah's blog
Sniff sniff, snivel. Wail of self pity, cough splutter, zzzzzzz, sniff sniff. Repeat indefinitely.
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