drifting

My poor muscles and bones ache to buggery today. I've been trying to get to 6 miles running, because that's what I used to be able to do a few years ago before I fell into disrepair, and have finally managed it (twice now), but I think I could be doing something bad to myself in the process. Instead of feeling healthy, I went about as red as a gouted Lord, and had a worrying tight feeling in my chest. Also, talking to someone at Cardiff who knows about these things, if you push yourself too much you can get 'shin splints' which is apparently where the lining around your muscles like you have around sausages splits and causes tremendous pain. Great. And there was a pile of partly mopped up sick on the floor on the way out of the gym. How have I managed to get myself wrapped up in this nonsense?

As for the general and ongoing collapse of the world economy, I discovered today that every cloud has a silver lining. Once we see Simon Cowell having his swimming pool repossessed and Paris Hilton checking into the TravelLodge we'll know we're really in business.

Off later today for a camping barn weekend (forecasted to be rain-soaked). About 25 people in total going I think and worryingly I heard that thre will be 100 vodka jellies going along too. To be honest, I'm not at all in the mood for that sort of carry-on and would rather stay back on the boat drinking cups of tea and indulging in one of my harmless hobbies, like making experimental music no one would ever listen to with my experimental music making programmes. If I ever figure out how to (a) turn them into MP3s and (XV) how to post them here, I might put some up as a record of time well spent aligning crackly geiger noises with echo-inflicted Japanese monologues.