ParkRun was off the radar for me on Saturday. I’m not cycling anywhere to get wet. And so another morning, another Clap’ham Common Run.
In the rain.
Oh joy.
It was actually rather good. I had my rain running shoes on. I don’t give a toss about their level of cleanliness.
I lie.
OF COURSE I washed the OCD shit out of them after the run had finished.
The only downside with these running shoes is that they have crap laces. Despite being double knotted, they still came undone when I reached Clap’ham North.
Arse.
The Common was a little bleak. Some rain sympathy head nods followed with fellow drenched runners.
It was a little brighter when I reached lovely Larkhall Park. Shout out to the Polish wiff waff players gathered around the Larkhall Table of Dreams. This has a natural tree canopy to keep off the wet conditions.
There’s some stunning lavender that’s been allowed to grow from a front garden of a house along Lansdowne Way. It creeps on to the pavement. Had it been some dipshit weed then it would be deemed a hazard. Live and let lavender grow.
I thought the run was pacy. It wasn’t But a run is a run. It remains the best way to start the weekend.
I caught up with Late Junction from last night. Woh. That was some weird shit. African Head Charge’s Far Away Chant eased me into the morning work.
And then a catch up with BBC Nottingham’s weekend sport preview from last night.
“Does Nigel Clough love football once again?” was the tease to a Stags preview.
Has the No 9 ever fallen out of love with the game?
Ask a silly question.
Meanwhile there was plenty of optimism ahead of the return of Notts County to the Football League. Almost too much optimism.
Promotion favourites? That’s quite a step up for the Super Pies.
Robert Elms had a fantastic Stevie Wonder four-fer. It’s the 50th anniversary of Innervisions. The classic run of five albums from Music of Mind to Songs in the Key in five years is pretty special.
To LS! Or more to the point, back to the bloody Estuary Wilds.
Oh dear.
I was without Brompton and so took the Northern Line to Moorgate. I can tolerate BOOZE on the underground, but not smoking.
Booze and smoking on the underground before midday was quite an achievement, Sir.
I listened to the latest Garibaldi Red podcast on the train outta LS. Now I’m starting to get worried about Forest, even before the season opener away at Arsenal next weekend.
With no established ‘keeper and a hellish run of opening away fixtures, it could be a tough start for Forest once again. I’m remaining optimistic, predicting a 15th place finish.
I arrived back in Weird Wiv to a Biblical downpour. The steps leading from the train station up to the car park had become a waterfall.
I took a soaking for the short walk back to base. The garden is a deep, lush green in every direction. The snails seemed happy.
The Postman had Delivered in my absence: Lennon’s Anthology boxset. Four CD’s covering four periods of his solo output. I blagged this for a cheapo £15 - about half the price of what it usually sells for.
An invite dropped to trial Hemingway AI beta. Interesting.
I run most school copy through Hemingway to tidy it up. Adding in a layer of AI help could help speed up the workflow further still.
My Strava stats for July also dropped: 529km in total. Most were cycling, natch.
We watched the In the Loop film early evening. It took me half an hour in before I realised that I’ve already seen this before.
And then the ITV4 Football League highlights - the best telly EVER.
