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The calm before…

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… the marathon.*

I’m fortunate enough to be living in a city where there’s quite a vibrant mix of festivals, rallies, runs and rides going on throughout the year.  Sometimes, it drives me crazy, but well, you can’t have everything your own way!

Where I live right now is situated almost at the end of a number of long-distance events – a marathon, half-marathon, long-distance bike ride, a naked bike ride (yes, avert your eyes if you really don’t want to see too much!), classic car rally, Mini rally, motorbike rally… I get to see all sorts of strange, exciting, wonderful and bizarre sights throughout the year.

Yesterday, the red and white cones sprouted up along the pavement. The very small suspended parking bay signs suddenly made themselves visible (see above for ‘drives me crazy’). The metal barriers to hold back the hordes appeared in covert nests behind trees and gates. This morning, ubiquitous red and wide plastic tape had miraculously strung itself along the road, as if commanded by a vast magic wand in the deep, velvet night. Continue reading “The calm before…” →

There’s no time like now

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As I begin writing, it’s 20.41 on 13th April, 2013. Hmmm… if I had been paying attention instead of messing around, trying to decide on the perfect WordPress theme for my brand new blog, I could have timed my first post to actually be released to the world at 20.13 – that would have been pleasingly symmetrical.

However, I’m not going to have a tantrum, or even wait until tomorrow to achieve this symmetry (I’m fighting that urge quite hard, believe me!). That would mean wasting this very moment.  I’m sitting at my desk, keeping an eye on the laptop battery, listening to the radio (Radio 4, don’t you know, how grown up and civilised!). Soon, I’ll give in to the call of the TV and put my feet up and call it a day. This is what is happening now. I can’t repeat it – even the film Groundhog Day was about living the same day over and over, each time doing something differently and better (Phil Connors was not a great person at the start), in order for things to work out pleasingly for the protagonist in the end. Continue reading “There’s no time like now” →