An early start on Saturday to bash out the Buzz Hoey story.
Was a cluster-f, etc.
Where to start?
VERY decent constituency MP, etc. She helped me out…
Brexit bollocks, Progress viper’s nest ready to pounce in the CLP, opportunistic LibDem’s, UKIP doing Kate a ‘favour’ (yeah right…)
I don’t know which way this one will go.
A lot will depend on the activists on the ground. But many of the same ‘activists’ are the Progress twonks that want to replace her.
Hey, hoe, Hoey etc.
So yeah - a thoughtful start to Saturday morning.
I cycled along the Trail to lose myself in thought, en route to the ACE Colchester Park Run.
This was a HUGE Park Run. It seems to get bigger each week.
I was feeling fit - BOOZE free and a decent diet all week. I allowed myself to whisper *PB* as I lined up with the front of the pack for the start.
I kept the pace going, up and down and all around Castle Park.
My enthusiasm was a little dented when a very polite Postie overtook me, fresh off his shift and still wearing the regulation Postie shorts and shirt.
FIRST CLASS, Sir, etc.
I put in an impressive sprint finish and waited for the inevitable PB to drop.
My official race time was 21’39” - 30 seconds slower than Brockwell last week, and 17 seconds off a Sunny Colch PB.
Oh dear.
Nice run, though.
Anna and I cycled on to the gym for a bit of GRUNTING weights action, and a clean up in the pool.
The pool itself was empty.
West Ham Wanker joined me later in the spa. For some reason he was keen to give me his career record spent being detained at the pleasure of Her Majesty.
I lost interest round about 1973.
Another pleasant bicycle ride back to base.
And then a little gardening.
The wisteria blossom is starting to fall. Some frantic sweeping up took place.
Mid-afternoon and out went the shout of:
“To the canoes!”
It’s been a while since we have both been splashing about along the Muddy Banks of the Colne.
It was a bloody high tide.
We paddled downstream. The flood barrier was open, but three red warning lights were on show.
uh-oh.
A quick turn around, and a paddle back up towards the Hythe instead.
Some f-er in a BIG boat almost took me out. I moved way close to the banks. I even waved at him from around 250m out.
It was almost as if he wanted to crash straight into me.
wtf is wrong with this place, etc?
I had calmed down by the time we reached the Hythe. The water started to turn and it became choppy.
We decided to hitch a ride back in with the changing tide.
I was keen to check up on the Forest score.
Oh dear.
Ditto Wivenhoe Town.
Ouchy, OUCH.
FT - Mildenhall Town 9 - 0 Wivenhoe Town - @thurlownunnECL
— Wivenhoe Town FC (@wivenhoetown_fc) April 29, 2017
Early Saturday evening was spent watching the remainder of the Somerset Vs Surrey match from yesterday. I still haven’t reached stumps. I reckon I know which way this one will end, Comrades.
I had a brief, random work shift, and then we buggered off to the pub.
The Black Buoy has a BOOZE festival on all weekend.
I got stuck straight in with the strong, dark stuff.
Chin chin.
We made it back to base in time for the boxing.
I still hold out career ambitions of becoming a professional boxer.
I would cry if anyone hit me.
LIVE the dream, Jase.
BIG bicycle ride coming up tomorrow.
Chapeau!