Half a Yomp

My seemingly miraculous conversion from sloth to marathon runner has had some unintended consequences. The ability to view certain parts of my anatomy without the use of a mirror is one (not that I was ever a mirror loiterer in that regard I hasten to add). Another is the ripple impact onto the lives of … More Half a Yomp

Running a new city

No, I’m not the newly elected mayor of Milton Keynes. Although the prevailing tale is almost as unlikely. You see, I hate running. Always have. Pointless nonsense undertaken by masochistic narcissistic souls who have nothing better to do and no life. I learnt this early on, whilst trudging and floundering around at the back of … More Running a new city