What a week. I have not been posting because my Chambers has been in the middle of a knockdown dragout, potentially enterprise-destroying battle of such monumental bitterness that grown up (and usually fearsome) QCs have actually been caught weeping. I’ll give over 8 or 9 hours of the weekend to writing about it.
In the meantime this message has two purposes:
(1) To prove I still have a pulse and I remain a blogger; and
(2) To point out that I am flying off to Scotland this afternoon with a view to watching the woman I still love* (and who, conveniently, is also my wife) running in the Edinburgh Marathon (which is like an ordinary marathon except run by scary, skirt-wearing men with no underwear up and down huge hills in skin-blistering temperatures).
If you happen to find that you unaccountably have more disposable income than strictly you should we can help you launder some at P’s Marathon Charity Website.
Moobs Out!
* Despite having organised a two week holiday in the remote reaches of the Scottish Highlands in the middle of the World Cup
Wow. You really DO love her. I think I’d be out on my ear if I did that to The Architect.
Oh – is there some football competition on then?
“run by scary, skirt-wearing men with no underwear up and down huge hills”
that alone is enough to tempt me in to sending cash or buying a ticket woohoooo
i’d rather watch a marathon than the soccer anyday. but i did guffaw at your reference to “skin blistering temperatures” ahaha, in SCOTLAND, ahah. sorry. but livin’ in australia, we get similar temps in WINTER! good luck to p!
Scary skirt-wearing men with no underwear? Why, our local park is full of ’em. And props to your wife for running a marathon – something I’ve dreamed of doing. For now, I get winded just lacing up my runing shoes.
Samb – you have to bear in mind that Scottish flesh is as white as whale blubber. They make Dracula look like George Hamilton IV and spontaneously ignite when the temperature reaches 30 degrees as it did today.
Sweats: Run the NYC Marathon with me in November then. Discover the joy of “nipguards”(TM)
HAHAHA! great description moobs! i was married to a scot, and i’d describe him as fluorescent! he lives in long sleeves down under! thankfully my son inherited my “fair skin” which is olive by comparison! i too would like to run a marathon (in my inagination), i nearly took part in a triathlon as part of a team, but dammit, i had to have my appendix out the day before!
HANG IN THERE MOOBS! You just say the word and I’ll put out the word to the big homo gay brigade in London to go fit some assholes with some cement shoes….stress my Moobs out like that, I’LL FUCKING SHOW THEM!!!
Guys in skirts with no underwear? I think I’m moving to Scotland.
KC- that is so cool . Next time someone says “oh yeah … you and whose army?” I’ll say “me and Charnas’ big gay homo brigade!” I