No Stomach For Racing

A two week absence from updating the Blog may be put down to a combination of mild illness and political lassitude.
Now that the state election is over, one would hope things might return to relative normality (or perhaps even a Warren Harding type of Normalcy). The election itself proved fascinating only from an IT perspective. For the first time, I was able to follow the results via the government website, and also the excellent ABC online service. Naturally I could take only so much excitement, and adjourned at 7:30pm to watch "Borat" on DVD with Mrs BB. Overrated (the movie, not the activity).
I imagine we'll now be treated to another leadership challenge, this time - finally - from Barry O'Farrell who brings a much broader perspective to NSW. While Debnam has a narrow Vaucluse-focused view, Barry brings the wider picture, living with the real people on the North Shore. Rather than the upmarket Audi, he represents the common 5-series BMW man in the street.

The powers that be are back in charge.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

Exercise has been consistent, yet difficult. Some rogue virus which provided sufficient nuisance to bring on nausea, headaches, tiredness, chills and other flu-like symptoms enabled me to struggle out the door for a run/jog often enough, but not to compete in this month's 3k time trial at Roxborough Park.

Making steady progress, I decided to test the knee and cycle. Managed 35k last Sunday, most of the way to Windsor on the new roadside bikepath.

Running, as stated, has been consistent, with a mixture of 8k 6am Clean Street jaunts during the week, and longer hit outs on weekends. These were 13k/14k runs along the T-Way towards Parramatta. Saturday was memorable. After a busy Friday evening (see later), I headed out at 11am for a 14k towards Parramatta. Made Winston Hills before gratefully accepting a lift home from Mrs BB and YD.

Family-wise, an action-packed week saw YD singing with the school choir at the opening of the local shopping centre.

Friday night brought forth the annual School Trivia Night and Fancy Dress. The theme was Hollywood. Our table was Austin Powers. I was Dr Evil, Mrs BB was Felicity Shagwell. She won the prize for best dressed female - along with best 60's dance step, and perhaps most significant contribution to alcohol consumption. Oh, we came 5/22 in the trivia.

It has also been a little strange in Blogland. Miners did his best Borat impression on 22/03. Marcia introduced tough new Playplace Agreements to her grandson's birthday party on 24/03.

Tesso keeps running longer and faster than someone our age should be able to, in preparation for the Canberra Marathon. 2P is touring by heffalump in Thailand. Go Girl hasn't blogged for two months but is alive, as she keeps bumping into Mrs BB while exercising. Hope she's recovered from her Six Foot injuries. GR is training hard for Canberra, knocking over 36k runs easily.

And recommended: for fearless political commentary and other musings: this blog. Droll, as can be the comments.

If you're still here, and for some reason clamouring for details on my books and music: Rumpole(still) and 10CC's Look Hear.

Ars longa, vita brevis.

"Exit, stage left"