hello!

The weeks flown past into the past but now is the future but the present is also to come. I love music. I got this new boris delugosh mix cd called bionicbeats after i was transfixed by its deep bass in the basement of fopp a couple of weekends back. Today ive been to work (its tuesday) and work was good, a fucking big headache but thats fun for all in chemistry for yer! today worked up two things I put on yesterday columning one and putting the second back on because it hadn't gone to completion. Back to 189 and watched frends and star trek then picked up the j balls and put on some tunes and juggled lots. working seriously on 441 mess, playing, 4-ball endurance (a little) and 5-cascade.

Saturday went on the longest bestest walk ive ever done. 15 miles in and around linton including the highest hill in cambridgeshire and lots of mud water and water and water and a little sun some skies of silken grandour milked into a goggle pot of endurance extremeness. Went with Rachel, was very good. Others were the cambridge 20s 30s walking club which i went on the walk 2 weeks ago. Serious. I started for the first 5 mile walk at their pace for the most of it, it was good: very muddy wet and damp in the rolling hills just outside of linton. 2 hours later back in linton get some grub and watched the ducks in the pub garden of some pub. 10 miles is the longest ive ever done - last walk with the c walking club - this afternoon jaunt was 10 miles, hahaha. It was good though, very. Walked for the most part ahead or afront the pack at fast pace, get this walking thing walked get it done: because thats what it needed to be, this was no sunday afternoon wobble around the park. Yeah. this walk was more hilly than the first, with the highest peak/hill in cambridgeshire (all 120 metres of her) right at the end of the 10 mile walk./ 15+mile day. But was it worth it getting to the top? yeah probably although the legs were starting to get a little fucked with the killer pace rachel and I were tredding (i cannot believe that she who's about 5'2" managed to kill the field at the same pace as me with my long long legs, damn fucking respect!) and as we decended back into linton legs cramping and pained we strode mightily back to the donkey after all of 15+ miles with happy smiles upon our faces.
Back at the 189 soaked the limbs in the bath and took an early (very early) night.

Woke up damnn early sunday morning (something like 7ish). and surveyed the damage: stilll available to stand walk and walked to the shop limping slightly in the left leg as i got the paper and some other expensive shit. Went to town bought lots including dvds cds book troosers and writin paper. didnt go to j club as was super fucked. watched Hulk, xmen 2. former was fucking ace, later seen before, yadder yadda yadda...