30.10.04

Crashpian

I was doing a bit of afterwork training for the Molesworth x-country race in a couple of weeks; riding up on Godley head (hills on the edge of town, overlooking the sea) with Rowan. Lost my front wheel on a bit of gravel (Gravel! Come on! Why would anyone put gravel down in the bush??) and used the not-so-popular Front Elbow Brake™ and back Knee Brake to scrub my speed. I spent most of the night being cleaned up in hospital, and acting as a pin cushion for a lovely trainee nurse practicing her suturing. I hope my 6 (plus the 3 or 4 that had to be taken out that weren't quite right) helped her training. Hopefully it doesn't screw everything up.

28.10.04

Summer has arrived.

Maybe not strictly speaking, but my first surf in a while and I wasn't frozen to the core. gotta be a good sign. And some mtb too, all in preperation for the 80k x-country race in a couple of weeks. Mind you I don't think I will be racing much. I plan to take my camera and shoot some the the country that you don't get to play in much (private land).
Hanging out to read cousin Heyrick's book that I hear is winging its way over here. [ plug: Baghdad Business School, Eye Books, see Amazon…]
Been inspired by David Carson. Can't stop.

8.10.04

Hands on

With too much time at my computer fondling my mouse I began to get a few strange feelings in my body that weren't that comfortable. While such behaviour might be commonplace at some Hollywood parties it isn't quite my thang, so I went and had my first professional massage. What a difference a pro makes. Now, with my hands on something a little more friendly things are a little more easy.
Pine are coming to town this weekend, and as one of my favorite bands, I am going to have a blast no matter what. Come and join me if you are in the area.

5.10.04

FINALLY

FINALLY. The Christchurch City Council Annual Report is done. Finito! It has been a millstone around my neck for the last 3 weeks.
Hello world. I'm back.

4.10.04

Step away from the vessel

Quite whose idea it was to drive to Timaru on Saturday night for a party is a mystery to me. I think I ought not to make decisions when I am holding drink in my hand (an am holding a few more inside me). "Step away from the vessel"
Not that it wasn't a good idea really. I just haven't been feeling Bristol recently. There is some kind of plague going around this island right now and I might just have caught a whiff of it (thanks to contagious Sian, our resident petri-dish). As a result I called it a night just as the night brought its friends to the party. It was good to get out of town even if only for a few hours – a break from the endless Annual Report that has been clutching at my legs like a sticky child, spreading chocolate over my shins with soggy fingers. 1 more day of it then I can be myself once more. And sleep. Yes, sleep would be nice…