Bleary eyed and checking websites before the first cup of tea of the day is not my ideal way to start Friday morning. ALL my sites migrated to a new server in the early hours.
OH HAI b0Rkage.
Except it didn’t happen. There were no issues. I’ve become such a pessimist in recent years, especially when it comes to tech.
My Friday feeling mood didn’t last long. I stepped out the flat for a lovely Larkhall run. Having cleaned out all the crap from the front garden twelve hours earlier, once again our patch was full of litter.
Some people are such DIRTY DOGS.
It’s a never ending battle to keep on top of it. I’ve seen what happens further along South Lambeth Road when you neglect the daily litter pick. It piles up as the arseholes view your garden as a dumping patch.
Once again, you’ve picked the wrong OCD fella to try and win this battle with.
The Larkhall run was brief and functional. I ran past a dog walker. It looked like she had a bear on the other end of the lead.
A couple of workmen type fellas had rocked up at the Larkhall Table of Dreams before 7am. I was impressed with their enthusiasm; I was even more impressed with their early morning sporting drink of choice. I should try a can of Spesh back in the bloody Estuary Wilds.
I showered, and then pondered the wardrobe look for the SW9 school day ahead. This was the first appearance of the work shorts this summer. Actually they are a very smart pair of MTB shorts. Bloody comfortable as well. Hurrah for middle age elasticated waists.
I was nom-committal on the tattoo sleeve front. I’ve yet to strip down to a T-shirt in this school since the winter inking. I wimped out once again today with a shirt over my T-shirt.
Three Little Birds put a smile on my face n the morning assembly. It got better with some Kool and the Gang in the morning music lesson.
Music Lessons have come a long way since Three Blind Mice on the bloody recorders.
And then WOH!
That was it.
The school day was over, just like that. It’s a sign of a happy school when the day passes by like that.
I made the short bicycle journey back to SW8 on the Raleigh Ostara. It’s riding incredibly smooth after a few recent mechanical upgrades. It may have been the industrial strength weed that I couldn’t but help breathe in along Stockwell Road.
Weed and parakeets. Welcome to S Ldn.
BLOGGED: And SO Farewell Will Quince
“Taking to the breakfast telly circuit and repeating the lies of a PM about to fall flat on his arse wasn’t the best look for Quince”
Well I didn’t see that one coming.
Album of the Day: Elvis Presley - Elvis Presley
This was raw as fuck. It must have been a hell of a wake up call back in 1956. The voice is a little higher than I was expecting. But its’s the groove that carries it through for me. You always need some roll with your rock. Blue Moon is bloody brilliant
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
To Brixton Rec! …early evening for a Friday night Body Pump session with Joel. Brixton was… buzzing.
The upstairs studio at the Rec has had a new lick of paint. It’s quite tasteful, being in the corporate livery of the new Active Lambeth brand.
I had a few issues throughout the class in the gentleman’s department. I wasn’t hanging where I wanted to be. Fiddling around for a reposition isn’t the best thing to do in a dance studio with wall-to-wall mirrors.
Joel added some variation to the usual routine. This kept us alert with some new exercises added in.
I bloody love these classes. They are advertised as an hour, but usually stretch to 90 minutes or more. Once you have decided that your Friday night club experience is going to be at the Rec, you may as well stay there and make the most of it.
It looked like a different experience in the level below. The Brixton Fencing Club were doing their pokey pokey thing.
It was a BONKERS day for politics, right? Lewis Goodall on LBC is a great broadcaster.
S Ldn Summers. The BEST, btw.
