Something for the weekend, Sir?
How a about a brief No.1 all over with Rasheed, my Brixton Academy barber?
Rasheed has bben cutting / hacking my hair for almost two decades now. I think that it has got to the stage where he recognises every remaining strand on top of my head.
I cycled on from the Academy to Brockwell Park for the Parkrun.
It’s been an interesting week for Parkrun. The Little Stoke silliness seems to have served as something of a recruiting Sergeant for the runners.
It was an ACE turnout at Brockwell, shortly before 9am.
The weather was perfect for running as well - still, with a little drizzle. Optimistic conversations about PB’s spread around the runners during the prep talk.
I had no real idea what to expect. I started strong, dipped slightly, and then picked up for the final stretch past the Tulse Hill gates.
I was happy with the half-decent official race time of 22’54”.
And then lovely lido.
WOH - I have missed Lake Brockwell over the past few weeks. The water temperature has risen to a balmy 13 degrees in my absence.
The plan was for a gentle return to the South London waters. Ten lengths in and I though sod this - let’s keep going.
I pushed hard for 20 lengths, my first serious swim of the season.
Back in the gents and a BONKERS conversation with le gai pensionnaire followed.
Most conversations with le gai pensionnaire are BONKERS.
The basics are that he still hasn’t forgiven the bloody Belgium’s for lifting one of his flip flops.
I think?
BONKERS Belgium flip flop conversation with le gai pensionnaire, @mutley69. Oh Lordy.
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) April 16, 2016
A brief stop back at base, and then I cycled up to Gower Street for the People’s Assembly march.
Colourful, comical, and very pro JC.
Anything pro JC has to be good.
Lousy weather, ACE atmosphere on #peoplesassembly march. pic.twitter.com/nPbZudNTxV
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) April 16, 2016
I couldn’t stick around for long, but I had a few LOVELY conversations, and then did the photo thing.
I cycled back down South, stopping off at the pop up Bowie at Beak Street.
This was nowhere near as bloody awful as it sounds. It was themed around Record Store Day. Assembled at No. 35 was a personal collection of Bowie artefacts.
It was then back over the Old Father, and:
“To Transpontine del Curva!”
Hurrah!
The Dulwich were at home to Lewes. Three points were needed to more or less keep the play-off dream alive.
The Dulwich didn’t disappoint.
This wonderful #Transpontine club #dhfc pic.twitter.com/Nk5IpxAzXU
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) April 16, 2016
It was good to catch up with a hobbling @darryl1974. Most of the match was spent in an off the record editorial meet with Brixton Buzz.
By now I was bloody knackered. I confess to walking up the top half of Dog Kennel Hill, too tired to even cycle it.
The plan was to head out to How Does It Feel in the West End, where Kevin Rowland was DJ-ing.
But Kev had called off with the flu.
Dave Gedge stepped in, but he’s not really to my taste.
And so I managed to pick up a run of work shifts, and stayed in the flat instead.
Phew. Rock ‘n’ Roll.