June June there is no spoon.

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

Thank God for Billy Connolly. Although he doesn't like runners ("Boo joggers" he advises) he does make me realise why my previous post is so damned boring. And pretentious. Gad.

Still, you should always spend time in the company of people who'll tell you when you have spinach in your teeth (more BC advice), so if I'm to be pretentious and/or dull, here's a good place to do it.

Fine.

All I wanted to say was that while my training is going well, I'm also remembering to have a good - shall we say, less wholesome slice of fun with life too. As we should. Halos don't shine unless they're hovering above something or someone a little less sparkly.

Back to Billy - he acknowledges that sometimes we should run, but that we should "never run with scissors or other pointy objects. Campaign against blue Smarties and never eat anything served in a bucket. But above all, go to Glasgow at least once in your life and have a roll and square sliced sausage with a cup of tea."

I feel a fried breakfast coming on.

Yay, Billy.


Square sausage, black pudding, baked beans, fried bread and mushrooms.