A Guinness hangover heavy Brockwell Park Run to start the weekend.


Four pints of the black stuff Vs a bowl of pasta is an easy decision to make.

I chose BOOZE.



I was 22 seconds off a PB on Saturday morning.

ACED it.

I think that the don't give a shit attitude got me around the contours of Brockwell with a half decent time.

I knew that I wouldn't achieve a PB, and so sod it.

Yeah, I came close to chucking up a couple of of occasions, but I still managed a fist pump with my sprint finish.

And then it was:

To the lido!

Saturday was all about @sallygoble Day.

Sally strolled up to South London as part of her fifty miles in fifty days BONKERS swimming challenge.

I managed to snap her as she was eating up the waters of Lake Brockwell.

I didn't quite manage a mile.

Twelve lengths of Lake Brockwell made me feel happy.

Anyone up for a Dulwich Hamlet Oyster card away day?

Oh Lordy.

To Wingate and Finchley it was then.

I got lost. Horribly lost in North London suburban hell.

The 1pm kick off didn't help (although Mike Urban managed it 'fresh' from clubbing it back in Brixton the night before.)

I finally strolled up at the N12 ground at around 1:15pm, just in time to see Dulwich go 1-0 down.


Jinx Jase strikes again.

1-0 then became 3-0.


Remind me what I am doing in North London on a Saturday afternoon?

Ah yes.


Come full time and @clogsilk, @darryl1974 and I buggered off to the nearest Weatherspoon's boozer.

We didn't shift for almost six hours.

Chin chin.

SEE YA, Saturday.

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