Where can I begin, where can I end ? What ? Who ? Where ? Why ?
These are all questions I could ask myself. Theses are all questions I could ask someone else, but who ? when ? Oh shut up you sad fuckwit.
Monday, 9th December. 09.30.
Monday, but a worrying Monday, there were more to go from our once-merry band of ITers, I think Paul will be receiving bad news at 10.00 when he goes in to meet the scary HR person. Oh dear. I really feel bad for Paul, he worked so hard and helped me get this project here on an even keel Without him I would be in deeper shit. So he is being repayed by being shit on big style. Ho hum, life is a real bummer. As my Uncle Rex said,
'lifes a slogger from the cradle to the grave'.
Usual turbo sessions, rushing up and down the M6 last week. Tuesday was hell, new form of on-the-spot circuits, a sub-maximal test, then a full-on turbo session, plus I drove back up to Swallowfield !
Wednesday John drove a few of us into Manchester for an excellent chinese meal and lots of good wine (which he paid for, food & wine, as we have been such good guests). Of course followed by a session untill the early hours, when I managed to drop my CDs and loose some of them. all sorted now. Plus I seem to have arranged to buy a crate of wine from somewhere in Horwich where John will get a trade price for me.
Then Saturday very cold east wind and drizzle so did a 1 hour 30 mins ride in it. Ugh. Sunday cold hard cutting East wind, down to Evesham with the lads, left 'em to ride back with Todger, going up the A46 dual-carriageway I lost it ! I wanted to stop, or turn back to the cafe or just turn off, I hallucinated about the road, I hated it, just to get away, luckily Todger realised I was gone, looked back and stopped or else I don't know what would have become of me. Felt OK about 30 minutes later. Odd. It must have been the cold & wind.