I was truly floating after four pub stops on this, at this point, 7 mile run (it eventually made it to 10.1 miles).  Traffic was picking up going into the Bank Holiday weekend and I stopped for one more breather at the Swan Hotel on the Thames.  Catching my breath after the sprint from Clanfield [...]

Before I say anything about the London Marathon, let just take a second to say that the Angerstein Hotel can go fuck itself.  Thanks, that’s a load off my mind. The booklet the London Marathon authorities sent included a map of the route with a little pint glass marker at every pub along the way (which [...]

Approaching the Farrier’s Arms, I almost forgot about how much the Angerstein Hotel can go fuck itself.  I received even more of the appropriate psychologically palliative care within this wonderful, if small, boozer. Once more, I threaded my way through the crowds and approached the bar.  The older of the two women told me where [...]

Marlborough is a well-marketed old market town and its wide High Street and the immediate environs are preserved for visitors to drop a few more pounds in the coffers than they might have budgeted.  But, it is hilly here and from my seat at the Sun I can just see the sort of Stalinist architecture [...]

The third anniversary passed yesterday.  The last year was difficult, starting as it did with me in the hospital with multiple fractured ribs and vertebra, torn ligaments (from which I am still recovering) and a hose sticking out of my chest to reinflate the left lung.  Good times. We had new neighbours that were a [...]

You have to pay to get on the other side of the fence.  You can smell the patchouli just fine from here.  Photo shows how badly I need to work some sit ups into the training regimen.

Or as my link to the left notes…100 Shit Beers as all real beer in the States is considered ‘craft’ or too la-di-fucking-da to qualify.  That’s alright, I LIKE Carling and that shit is everywhere over here. Places can be pubs (got that one covered) or someplace cool (I see some mid-race lagers in my [...]

One of the best museums in the whole country and recently proclaimed THE best tourist site in Wiltshire (beating out the likes of Stonehenge, Avebury, and the Salisbury Cathedral), STEAM is on my doorstep…literally less than 10 minutes stroll from my front door and yet I haven’t been there this entire year…a matter corrected Saturday. [...]

I descended the hill toward Wanborough  with the 1:40 pacers, secure in the knowledge that I had blown my projected race time but thinking I was approaching Liddington, a half mile further along so, in fact, I had blown my time much worse than I reckoned.  As we made the hard left turn away from [...]

The Cricklade Half Marathon is my third in four Sundays and the third in a row with absolutely no workable public transport options: the first bus from Swindon is schedule to arrive at 10:28 on Sundays, two minutes before the gun but you have to pick up your credentials BEFORE 10:15 in order to run.  [...]