There was a BEAST in the back garden early Friday morning. I didn’t notice it at first. I did see that Daisy was looking a little distressed from the comfort of her indoor rug.
And there he was.
Blimey.
What a BEAST.
That was an absolute unit of bastard bully boy cat. I’ve not seen him around here before. I’m surprised that the lard arse was able to either climb over the fence, or fit underneath the garden shed.
Be gone, you BEAST.
My early morning read of my feeds was disrupted. Feedly has started to roll out pop ups. This usually means the start of the decline for any platform. I haven’t opened up Evernote in weeks now. I do miss Google Reader.
Waiting for me when I finally got past the Feedly pop ups was the August Unblogged by DG. This is always a welcome and recurring read. I do like my monthly routine. Premo Bonds check first thin in the morning, innit.
It’s been two weeks since my last inking up session. The final piece of the sleeve jigsaw has healed sufficiently so I can start running again.
Given that Covid shit completely wiped me out at the start of the school holidays, this was the first run since the end of July.
I struggled - big time. I wasn’t expecting to be breathless after the first 500m or so. I’ve completed some pretty long bicycle rides as part of the recovery. Running was another level. I came close to stopping.
I pressed on with the three laps of the route that clocks in at 5km. Each loop became slightly better with the breathing. The final time was more or less where I was pre-Covid. But it was tough.
Friday morning means Robert Elms on BBC London. He had a guest artist who is staging a Destroy Bad Art exhibition along Dean Street.
Art should never be destroyed, no matter how bad it is. I surprised myself with my wishy washy reaction. There was of course a Situationist prank element to the Destroy Bad Art mantra.
Suggestions were asked for a four-fer tomorrow. I volunteered a back to school theme. Elms went with it.
The Serpentine Swimming Club mailed again. Guess what? The Serp is closed. Algae, innit. I hope it clears up by ahead of my planned return next week.
I dipped into the latest Garibaldi Red podcast whilst scrolling through Forest Twitter. I’m struggling to keep up with all the ins and outs.
This was the same last year - to the power of then. I couldn’t find any connection with the squad this time last year. Especially so after the Wembley promotion team forged such a strong bond with the fans.
But come the end of last season, the players that kept us up had written their own history at the World Famous City Ground. Football fans are fickle.
More TAT was uploaded to Vinted. Most of it was TAT from A. I can just imagine the sellers of the shit I buy saying the exact same thing.
Album of the Day: Scissor Sisters - Scissor Sisters
Bee Gees shite. Got bored after two tracks. Bailed after Comfortably Numb. One half of this description is how I was left feeling.
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Canva through a wobbler mid-afternoon. Just as I needed it to put together a cheap and cheerful design. Cheers, Canva. It’s usually a great platform, but I do despair that’s there not a one click option to download and back up all your content.
I hit 499 subscribers for the Jay-C channel. Only another 501 to go before I can start monetising and become a modern interweb millionaire.
On Brennan:
About this Brennan business. I’m not as upset as I was when Collymore turned his back on the World Famous City Ground. Stan was the future and could have given us a decent run back in Europe. Brennan could have been the future, but the club has SO much more going for it these days.
Yes, he leaves a gap. But the brutal world of modern football means that there is a conveyor belt on TDD with others coming in to fill. £50m seems like a fair price. It should keep the FFP vultures away.
It’s going to hurt when he returns to the World Famous City Ground wearing white. I expect him to do so with more dignity than Collymore ever did. I wish Brennan well, a man and boy etc. Good luck when it comes to rooming with Richarlison
#nffc #TwoStarsOnTheBadge #RebelCity 🏆🏆🌳🏹
To the Table of Dreams!
A bicycle ride was planned for mid-afternoon. But the threatened pissing rain put that on hold. And so wiff waff instead.
There was a different rhythm to the KGV Park mid-afternoon. The last of the summer wine was being sipped by grandparents looking after soon to return to school kids.
The weather was warm, if a little damp. I wasted no time in walking away with a 3-2 win.
We pressed on for a brief schlep through Wivenhoe Woods. The rain started to fall whilst we were under the lush green canopies.
It was wet rain, natch.
I turned to BBC Nottingham to try and make sense of Transfer Deadline Day at the World Famous. I still couldn’t keep up. Forest remain a BONKERS club.
England’s t20 up at Old Trafford was the entertainment for the evening. It seems like a sedate format of the game compared to the horrid Hundred last month.
I’m still a little breathless after the morning run.
Covid shit is shit.