A weird start to the weekend: Daniel Ruiz Tizon was reading the 7am news bulletin on 5Live.
The headlines involved The Kid’s physique, mantle pieces and the Stockwell Vet Beer Drop.
I was so dazed and confused to realise that my radio / iPod player was playing Mr Tizon’s podcast, rather than 5Live
Mr Tizon made more sense than the reality of the world that we currently live in.
I cycled off via the University for Colchester Park run. The Estuary Wilds rain meant that the Trail was out of bounds.
Anna still cycled it.
MUCKY girl.
#SUNNYCOLCH started to emerge at the other end of the Trail. Castle Park was looking splendid with the spring crocuses poking up.
Park Run itself was decent,
Park Run is always decent.
I’m still recuperating from that unfortunate injury that we don’t talk about. I was expecting a sub 23 minute time. The official race time of 22’11” left me feeling a little chuffed.
Apologies for the CHUNDER as I crossed the finish line, lovely volunteers.
A little business around town, and then we cycled on to the pool to get cleaned up.
I had a lane to myself. Forty power lengths followed.
The spa conversation with Sexy Sarah was all about OAP aerobics.
Sexy Sarah isn’t an OAP, btw.
The first half of the Man Utd Vs Bournemouth match was watched over luncheon.
And then out went the shout of:
“To Brightlingsea!”
Oh Lordy.
Anna and I hacked it around the estuary and the creek. Time was against us, but I still snapped away with the F717 and the iPhone.
We made it to Brightlingsea Regent shortly after KO.
The table topping R’s were at home to Thurrock.
I think?
I did the photo walk thing, and then sipped into the IPA BOOZE for the second half.
A 1-0 home defeat seemed harsh. We drowned our sorrows [we had no sorrows] in The Railway - the BEST UKIP boozer around.
The Crab and Winkle dark stuff was bloody good.
A bus journey back to base, and then Saturday evening was all about the darts and the boxing.
BOXING - bloody hell.
Love it.