December 2009
2 posts
Public drinking option? London couldn't be...
People, true genius is being able to get your mulled wine/prosecco/hard, hot cider in a to-go cup at the market and walk around all evening, with everyone else in London, getting sloshed before Christmas Eve.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my country (not in a Toby Keith way, but in a protective, but sometimes embarrassed way—like the owner of a leg-humping obsessed dog), however, I wish...
Parallel of eating shit in a pool. ....
Today it happened. During my 5am swim, I was in mid-stroke, deep in thought, when I slammed into the wall. Ok that is an exaggeration. my hand punched the wall, curled under my torso and my momentum made me bonk my head. Don’t worry, I’m not dead, but I did come up and say “Shit!” which reverberated throughout the building, no doubt.
What was I pondering so deeply that...