Wednesday, 21 May 2008
Monday, 14 April 2008
Friday, 11 April 2008
Thursday, 10 April 2008
Wednesday, 9 April 2008
Monday, 7 April 2008
Anyway, thanks to the efforts of my very skillful mother and a nice tee-shirt shop person in Portrush, the above is what I'll have draped on me for a large part of Sunday with the number 19259 pinned on the front (I have to pick that up on Saturday).
Sunday, 6 April 2008
Friday, 4 April 2008
Wednesday, 2 April 2008
Monday, 31 March 2008
Yes folks, I´m 36 today. How depressing.
I remember feeling particularly low when I hit the big 30. I discussed the situation with the then MP for Fermanagh and South Tyrone, Ken (now Lord) Maginnis.
"Barry son," boomed Ken in his customary manner, "I remember feeling just like you do when I hit 30. Then 40 and 50 came and went and I barely noticed. Suddenly I hit 60 and realised I was an ol´man." As ever, the great man put his finger on it. I promise to lift my mood from here on in.
I did my ten miles yesterday and my previously sore right knee and sore left foot now have new friends: my sore left knee and sore right foot.
A 20 minute "speed session" (I don´t know why they´re called that as I can never get any speed up) planned for tomorrow is definitely out the window. But that might be a bonus given I´ll be having a little glass of something tonight. After that we´ll have to see.
For the first time, I´m able to say the Marathon is "next" week - a sobering thought indeed.
Although perhaps not as scary as being reminded I´ve just turned 36.
Saturday, 29 March 2008
Talking of running, I went for one this morning like a good boy. Funnily enough, it's a little hotter here than in either Pudsey or Coleraine. Cold at night, though.
One thing it´s not is tranquil. There seems to be some sort of happy clappy convention thing going on (no doubt it´s not called that) and the attendees all appear to be staying where we are.
They´re deliriously pleased with themselves, very noisy and - much worse -many of them play the tambourine. Very loudly. All. The. Time.
I´ve heard a rumour they all leave tomorrow and I really hope it´s true. (Is that unkind? Don´t care if it is!)
10 miles in the morning - might try and run over one or two of them on the way out.
Thursday, 27 March 2008
Tuesday, 25 March 2008
Friday, 21 March 2008
Wednesday, 19 March 2008
Monday, 17 March 2008
Sunday, 16 March 2008
Saturday, 15 March 2008
Thursday, 13 March 2008
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
Tuesday, 11 March 2008
Sunday, 9 March 2008
And as ever when he arrives for a weekend in Yorkshire, we didn't see much of it.
He met me straight from work in Bradford where we went directly to the pub until shortly before closing time and then taxied home for a pizza.
To his great surprise, I was up early yesterday morning as I said I would be (I'm doing the London Marathon you know) and ran ten miles as planned. Then it was back-to-back rugby and football on the telly before food was served and more drink was drunk - we never left the house.
Then today it was a pub lunch and away for him (and shortly off to bed for me).
And yes, that is us dressed as Batman and Robin.
Thursday, 6 March 2008
Tuesday, 4 March 2008
Sunday, 2 March 2008
Saturday, 1 March 2008
Wednesday, 27 February 2008
Monday, 25 February 2008
Sunday, 24 February 2008
Friday, 22 February 2008
Wednesday, 20 February 2008
However the result is I'll probably raise some extra money for this whole Marathon thing and, plus, it was actually a laugh.
So, if you want to know what it was, keep your eyes on this site. And, while you're waiting, check below for details of how you can donate.
Tuesday, 19 February 2008
Sunday, 17 February 2008
Friday, 15 February 2008
Monday, 11 February 2008
Sunday, 10 February 2008
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
Monday, 4 February 2008
Tonight I had the surreal experience of sitting in my living room in Pudsey watching Coleraine FC make their live Sky Sports debut against Newry City. And I wasn't alone, Vanessa and I having invited our neighbours Jo and Mark over to share the moment - and pies at half-time.
The Coleraine players battled as if their lives depended on it. Marty Hunter and Darren Cassidy were terrific, but star of the show was the old man, Davy O'Hare, in goal. Gerry Armstrong said he'd had the game of his life but, like other Coleraine fans, I've seen Big Davy play that well many times before.
The only downside of the evening was the commentator suggesting that the idiot who invaded the pitch was a Coleraine supporter - he wasn't and clearly came over the fence from the Newry end.
But other than that, it was perfect night for the great people now in charge of a still great club.
Well done to everyone at The Showgrounds - you've made one exiled Coleraine fan very proud (and very nostalgic)!
Oh, and yes - I was wearing my Coleraine shirt.
Sunday, 3 February 2008
Saturday, 2 February 2008
Thursday, 31 January 2008
Wednesday, 30 January 2008
Went to see Andy, The Backroom Barber, who gives me a two back and sides and a bit off the top every three weeks for “five and a half, mate.” Can’t be bad to that.
This morning I mentioned I was heading off to see Morrissey in concert at the Doncaster Dome.
“I’m not a fan,” Andy announced. “I hear he’s living in America now. Britain’s not good enough for him.”
“If you ask me,” he proclaimed, “this country’s better off without the miserable ****.”
I’ll tell you after tonight’s performance if I think he has a point (!)
Monday, 28 January 2008
Sunday, 27 January 2008
In exactly 11 weeks time, I will be shuffling along a road somewhere between Greenwich and The Mall in search of the London Marathon finish line.
It was a line I had hoped to cross in 2007 when, after three unsuccessful applications for a place, I finally got accepted. My plan to run had been hatched many years before that when Sebastian, who's now 10, was only about two and not at his best. But it took me quite a while after that to pluck up the courage to apply. Then the three rejections, before getting the good news - I was in!
I started putting my fundraising plans in place, stepped up the training and all was going well. Then, one Monday in mid-January, I was walking head bowed across Centenary Square in Bradford. My destination was the sandwich section at nearby Boots. I didn't make it.
As I reached the centre of the Square, I suddenly noticed, out of the corner of my eye, something dark coming towards me at speed. Next thing I knew, I was three feet in the air. As I landed, I felt severe pain in my right knee - which I later discovered to be a damaged anterior cruciate ligament. The dark thing which hit me was a fully grown Rottweiler which had been let off its lead (unlike the one in the picture which is rather sensibly wearing his) to chase pigeons. Naturally I swore loudly at its owner as I was carted off to the local A&E - it was the one bit of pleasure I had that day so I'm not apologising!
What followed was several weeks on crutches, several more weeks of physio and no 2007 London Marathon. Hopefully, come Sunday 13 April 2008, I will finally make it across that line.
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