Patent Hash Run Recipe:
Take 56 assorted geologists and geophysicists, and send them outside in the worst rainstorm of the summer. Convolve with a devious trail of flour, and confuse liberally for 4 miles across the green fields and by-ways of West Sussex. Add water or a little beer.
Leave to stand for 15 minutes, and then stretch out for a further mile before serving at the Plough Inn. Add several pints of Harvey’s ale, and a well-seasoned chili. Allow to simmer sociably for at least two hours, ensuring that the innocent and the guilty are castigated in equal measure.
Result:
A pleasant evening’s exercise, best served dry, but also highly enjoyable damp. Follow-up with taxi transport home, and wash down with water and two paracetamol in the morning. Perfection !
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And what did I do ? Same as I did that summer’s day, 20 years ago. I ran 10 km, and I watched a concert.
It’s not going to change the world. Or is it ?
Posted in 2005, life and times, London, music, politics
“Madrid is killing me – but it’s a great way to die”.
If ever one phrase could sum up a city, then this is it. To be honest, it’s just how I’ve always experienced Madrid. Exhilaration, culture shock, and something of fear, all in one.
As we swoop down through a turbulent and thundery Madrid sky, the brown and dusty fields rising to meet us already tell their tale of a dry Spanish spring and the early summer heat. The weekend has just begun, and there’s no better way to leave long hours and weeks in the office behind us as we drive northwards from the city, through the busy Friday night traffic towards the looming grey shadow of the Sierra de Guadarrama.
Posted in 2005, A1 - the best of roads of stone, geology, life and times, music, Spain
“We love you, yeah, yeah, yeah”
– Daily Mirror, 27th May 2005
A bright spring evening in England. It’s a perfect time to be outside.
And yet, strangely – the streets are deserted. On my drive home across the Surrey Hills, the roads are as empty as I can remember.
And then I do remember – it’s the European Cup Final.
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Posted in 2005, football, life and times, music
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