May

[Sweder]

So that was April then.
Bizarre weather, occasional running, a commitment to weekly torture at the BHTT 5Ks and a couple of reasonable middle-distance efforts. Fair to middling. I've no higher expectations for May, just a couple more sociable outings with the JSJers and a few breathless scrapes around Hove Park.

I kicked off the new month with a dreadfully slow five across the downs. As I hobbled along the muddy trails, puffy white clouds scudding across a crisp blue sky, I 'wrote' a piece in the style of a twelfth century Monk, since abandoned as it looked neither as funny nor clever in print as it had sounded in my head. I'd cunningly engineered my day so as to run at 9 and thence catch the Planet Rock Connection, a game where you have to identify a link running through the first eight songs of the day and pick the odd one out. Sadly this mornings' collection made for an ugly broth, the low point being the loathesome dirge that is Rockin' All Over The World (mate), Quo at their worst complete with Chas 'n' Dave 'piana'.

DJs should be publicly flogged for playing this tripe and Rob Birnie of all people should know better.
Track du jour came after the connection; the magnificent Fireball by Deep Purple.

Racin' like a Fireball
Dancin' like a ghost
You're Gemini and I don't know
Which one I like the most