Freshly Spilled Thoughts

Nothing worth having ever came easily and you only get out what you put in.

Another late session. Trying to get better, one brick at a time…

Life is like a box of chocolates…

12 years layoff from running. 3 year journey through fire to adapt back to it.

Car crash in 2021, which was a write-off that aggravated matters, but I’m
not far off a flow state now.

Nobody will ever know what I went through.

But now I’m back and nothing can stop me.

See ya in the next one.

You know, I was thinking earlier how magical moments can come from the seemingly mundane. The stuff you don’t expect, that just arrives on its own.

Like when you look up into the sky and unexpectedly see a shooting star.

A shared moment that doesn’t need explaining because the other person just gets it.

Or a lit Catherine wheel detaching itself from the fence and enthusiastically spinning down the garden toward everyone in attendance. You can’t tell me a chaotically wayward Catherine wheel isn’t filled with energy and wonder.

Or a fallen penguin picking itself back up without needing a “Penguin Erector” to assist. That hypothetical employee can happily go off and become an archaeologist or zoo keeper now.

Or Rudolph managing to stay above the houses despite being directed by Santa after he’s been on a pub crawl.

All magical in their own ways. I won’t even go into the coin-from-behind-the-ear trick. 🙂

If you ask someone what their dream job is, they’ll often reply with things like astronaut, archaeologist, pilot or zoo keeper.

People choose them because of the high level of satisfaction associated with doing them.

On TV the other day I heard someone say:

“My dream job if I wasn’t doing this would be picking up penguins that have fallen over on the ice”

Ooh! I never thought about that before. The notion that penguins can’t get up by themselves.

I looked it up and it’s just a myth, so we can all relax. There aren’t thousands of stranded penguins needing our help and there’s no such job in real life as a “Penguin Erector”.

That isn’t any kind of double entendre, by the way.

Shame really. I think it would be quite a noble pursuit coming back from work and your other half saying:

“Did you have a good day hun? How many was it today?”

“I helped 54 penguins off their derrieres today, so they can lead an upright and  fulfilled life”

“Well done. There’s a slice of pie waiting in the oven.”

As for my dream job, I’d have liked to have been one of those people who went out looking for treasure on sunken boats. I quite fancy getting hold of a worthwhile chest, if you’ll pardon the turn of phrase.

There’s a good film with Jude Law in where they go out in a delapidated submarine with a motley crew, looking for gold. Search it up!

Have you noticed in shops like the small Sainsbury’s, you have security guards pretending to walk around, looking as if they are minding their own business, but really they are checking to see if you are stealing precious merchandise.

You notice them looking at you, then become conscious of the fact they think you could be a thief.

This is a behaviour modifier, even when you’re doing nothing wrong.

I was looking for porridge oats, but I couldn’t find them. After a while I thought, “If I stay here much longer he’ll think I’m nicking the porridge”

Like that’s the worst thing a human could be doing at 7pm on a Monday evening.

Then I thought, “Hold on, who gives a shit. I’m not actually nicking anything. I’ll stay here as long as I like”

So I stayed there in the aisle for longer on purpose, just to see if he would circle back like a shark in infested waters.

He sort of pretended he wasn’t looking and walked around the back of the aisle before glancing over like a really poor Sherlock Holmes.

In the end I decided to just the buy the porridge I’d found because that’s what I went in for.

I might start wearing a badge that says, “I only steal jars of coffee if the price is unreasonably high. Fair prices for honest shoppers“.

Years ago I used to follow a blog called “Lost Ball in High Weeds”

To be honest with you, the name is what hooked me in originally.

I came for the name and stayed for the insight.

Eventually, as most blogs do, it went the way of the dinosaur and the webmaster of it sailed off into the sunset.

One day, no doubt this blog will go the same way. I will try to keep it online for a few years at least, but nothing lasts forever.

I’ve got a goal to get to 100 posts. While that’s going on in the background I will write updates in the form of latest thoughts.

Part of my reasoning behind doing all this is partly indulgence without any agenda and the other is that it’s an expressive outlet.

I’m not doing this for fame, notoriety or money.

If I wanted that from this, I’d be going where everyone is and uploading videos and shorts, selling things to a hungry crowd.

This place will never be that as I don’t want anything getting in the way of its purity of intention. Some things are more important than money. Here, you can still come up to me and have a chat  on the table without having to barge past a bouncer for the privilege.

As long as I’m here of course.

The alternative would be to do a Kenneth Williams and not let anybody in on my inner thoughts outside of diaries stacked on a shelf, but life is too short to never let anyone in isn’t it, although I do think an offline journal is a worthy endeavour.

Seeing as I learned to touch type in the dark, I will stick with this for now 😉 

So, rather than dance around a kitchen wearing a purple tea cozy on my head, I’m doing this instead.

Once I hit 100 posts, as I’ve alluded to before, I may stop writing posts and just update my thoughts as and when the mood takes me.

Haven’t quite decided yet. In the meantime, thanks for reading. Did you know you’re awesome?

Well, if nobody told you that today, take it from me that you ARE.

They should put a badge on you and always put the word awesome in front of it.

Okay, tone down that awesomeness now, you’ll just end up dazzling passers by and we don’t want any accidents do we 🙂

Only putting this on here for the unintentional (slightly) comedic element with the bag…

I once said to someone after training:

“Sometimes it feels like I’m in a competition”

He replied, “You are. You’re in competition with yourself.”

If he had a mic he should have dropped it, because he provided clarity to something I was already feeling.

This advice doesn’t just apply to training, it applies to LIFE.

We’re all only ever in competition with ourselves. That’s all that matters and it’s your measuring stick.

I love competing with myself. That’s what gets me up in the morning.

He also once said this, “Here we all are, trying to be better.”

Keep showing up. Keep trying. Keep going. It will come.

Never quit on yourself or on life.

As for training, it creates resilience and reward loops in the brain that things can be achieved by application and repetition.

So there is a crossover effect and you will also be less likely to keel over running to the bus stop.

Armchair athletes will never know what that is.

By star sign, I’m almost on the cusp as a Virgo. Apparently Aug 19-25 is the ‘Cusp of Exposure’ (whatever that is).

You wouldn’t want to be on the Cusp of Exposure in Legs Eleven, that’s for sure. Or would you?

Now I do not belief in astrology star sign stuff in the newspapers. You know the type:

• “You’ll get a windfall this Thursday, just after the milkman has arrived.“
• “A chance meeting on Wednesday will open new possibilities.”
• “While you’re out, the wind will change direction and the owner of an everlasting gobstopper will make themselves known.“

None of that rubbish.

BUT I do believe there are some traits inherent in star signs. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I remain convinced of this.

So, in that sense I am a believer.

However, I do have one hard rule: I would never date a fellow Virgo.

I understand them too well. It’d be like dating a hybrid of myself.

LOL.

Big up all the Virgos out there. I love you all, we’re just not meant to be together romantically.

This song always reminds me of my Nan. She’d be amazed at the world around us now, with mobile phones, WhatsApp and all that malarkey. I can just imagine my Nan wielding the power of a mobile phone, she would never be out of touch with anyone.

She used to love to write letters and it seems I’ve carried that love of writing on. She’s the only person I know that wrote to us when we were on holiday in Spain. Most people wait for a postcard, but not my Nan. She was sending letters across Europe, hoping they’d land within the fortnight. God bless her.

I admired her faith in the postal system abroad (lol).

On one job I was in, I used to visit her in my lunch hour. I’d literally have about 15 minutes to talk to her, then I’d have to piss off back to work again. When I changed jobs and couldn’t visit anymore, she took umbrage.

The next time I saw her, she looked at me and said, “Hello Stranger.”

You’re only as good as your last performance, I guess. Even with your Nan 🙂

Yeah, I do miss her sometimes, but I still feel like she’s around. My nan didn’t tell me she loved me all that often, but she didn’t have to. The ones who loved us quietly are the ones we hear the loudest when they’re no longer with us.

She also always used to say to me, “You’ll miss me when I’m gone“. I lost count of how many times she reminded me of this.

She said it so often, though, that I don’t think she ever actually went. I think my Nan is probably watching me type this right now and either chuckling or editing my words and putting them in her own.

Yeah, you never went anywhere, did you Nan? Not really…

So I’m playing this little note out with her favourite song, and one of mine as well.

Fairground by Simply Red…

What is this sorcery? Blue skies on a mid November morning.

Surely not, dear Watson.

As Autumn still threatens to throw beams of sunlight through its branches, let’s celebrate this anomaly 🙂

Happy Monday…

I don’t watch many reality shows but I caught a bit of Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here last night, just as they arrived into camp.

The helicopter bit on the way in was so staged, the way they pretended to recognise fellow Z Listers. Reminds me of The Voice when they go “Press The Button”. I don’t like anything that isn’t authentic/insults my intelligence.

Martin Kemp still thinks he’s auditioning for a position in a boy band. Ruby Wax is different isn’t she. I know she’s a bit like Marmite to some; I can’t help but like her. Kelly Brook turned up with her top shelf on display and that rapper H(Aitch?) fits the cheeky chappy role.

Overall a pretty energetic bunch I thought.

With the sky diving, you only need to panic when the person assisting you starts screaming because the parachute won’t open. One of my mates did a sky dive about 10 years ago and he broke his leg on the landing without realising.

He borrowed a bit of cream (presumably for muscle aches) and did his job (very active) for a week before finally heading to the doctors to be told he was walking on a broken leg.

Things can go wrong. Like an episode of Alone I saw once, when as soon as they got there a bloke swung an axe, missed a tree and got his leg instead (did a lovely job on his thigh). For insurance/liability purposes when that sort of things happen they always pull you out.

“Sorry mate. We’re pulling you out. You did this to yourself. The good news is we’ll have you back home in time for lunch.”

He’d prepared to last 100 days out in the wilderness and he was done on the first day.

Prior to this he was talking about being the last man standing. Oh the irony!

Crazy isn’t it really, how we can plan for 100 days and life trips us up in the first five minutes. Life has a habit of reminding you you’re not quite as in control as you thought.

When it comes to risk, the one that terrifies me watching him the most is a YouTuber called Mustang Wanted. If you’ve never seen this guy, you have to watch him at least once. Somehow he is still alive which means he’s either very good at treading the fine line between mortality and stupidity or he’s a lucky bastard.

Make up your own mind which of the two applies…

I’d be quite sad to hear he’d fallen off something into the abyss, so let’s hope those days are now behind him.

Have a great rest of your day and don’t go walking across the top of any skyscrapers if you get bored on your lunch hour.

The first audio test on this blog:

The Pros:

I had the nicest Sunday dinner…

The Cons: 

Now I’ve got to do the hard yards burning some of it back off.

You can’t have yin without yang, baby.

I love this in black. It might be the most badass thing I’ve seen outside of a Lotus Carlton.

I took this photo. It’s a SAAB 99 Turbo and they are as rare as hens teeth…

They are designed to withstand collissions with elks on a public road. Hewn from a solid ingot block and almost worth doing a deal with the devil for.

I used to know a gambler who would regularly lose 10k+ on a roulette wheel and it never deterred him. My sister used to go with him and felt ill seeing all the money go up in smoke. I asked him why he did it and he replied:

“Dean, the wheel spins one way, the ball spins the other and the devil meets me on the road in between.”

That’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard anyone say.

Pardon the French 😉

If he got out break even or in profit he’d say, “I shook hands with the devil and walked away.”

That kind of gambling is for mugs and I still think he was a mug punter, but he was also a legend. The only person I’ve met who had more one-liners than I do.

When the banks would ring him, offering loans, he’s say: “Time’s what I need. I can always borrow money. Can you lend me some time?”

What a character he was.

I went out and watched a film which was magnifique.

So hungry by the time it finished I went to get a chicken kebab in pitta bread on the way back.

They gave me lamb. I love lamb (who doesn’t) but the triglyceride count is insane.

Try not to think about it Dean (it’s better if you don’t know). It was worth it.

I offset it with a run to the cashpoint and a glass (or two) of Malbec. Well,  it would be rude not to.

I’m so happy with my legs right now. I can run and everything.

You know how Rocky made a big comeback? That’s me. “Yo Adrian. I could have been a contender.”

I also posted on Instagram for the first time in 7 years. One for every dwarf in Snow White.

See ya in the next post.

Chortle…

Walby managed to turn these lyrics into something musical/poetic, whilst keeping
it all tongue-in-cheek. So underrated…

In a ‘05 V6 Clio Twin Turbo
Know how we roll with them backseat hoes
On we go
HSBC, we do them next
We’ve got the money, cos we know how to rap!

Ha ha, it never gets old. Let’s all lay low with Ginger Joe.

Found this chap playing swingball while I was looking through my stuff.

You may recognise him:

It’s been so long, I forgot I ever created an Instagram account.

Someone sent me a message on there so I had to reset my password just to login and read it.

First world problems eh.

Never really used Instagram or got into it, but I can now login to it again.

For now you can all get in touch with me via the medium of Abacus.

You don’t need to follow me on Instagram because, as Steve Martin once said in “The Jerk”,
“I need this blog, this electric toaster, this hat, these sunglasses and that’s allll I neeedddddd”.

He didn’t ACTUALLY say that, but you get the idea.

A lot of people probably think that Creatine is only beneficial to bodybuilders and people who do explosive movements.

(I should clarify that explosive moments are things like sprinting)

Not true.

It also has brain benefits:

“After it’s consumed, creatine enters your brain where it binds with phosphate, creating a molecule that your brain uses to quickly fuel its cells”

If your brain was a car, it would be like filling it up with petrol so you could whizz off up the road living your best life.

Brain fuel – quite literally.

As the brethren would say, “That is a mad ting, fam.”

Of course, I wouldn’t say something like that because I use real words.

If there was an 8th wonder of the world, Creatine should certainly be considered.

This has turned me on to the subject of nootropics/adaptogens. Just because
pharmaceutical companies can’t profit from it, doesn’t mean they don’t work
like gangbusters for certain things.

Interesting, Mr. Bond.

After all, no doctor is every going to say to you: “Have you tried fuelling your brain with Creatine?”

As they puff away on another cigarette, prescribing Amoxycillin and Prozac (lol).

Doctor: “I can find nothing wrong with you and can only put it down to excessive alcohol consumption.”
Patient: “Don’t worry doctor, I can come back when you’re sober.”

Two elephants fell off a cliff

Boom
Boom

My fortune cookie from today’s takeaway reads:

A long-awaited dream will come true this Sunday.

LOL… I love it how they make all the dreams come true so quickly after a reasonably priced takeaway.

It wouldn’t quite be the same if it read:

“A long-awaited dream will come true just as they roll you into a nursing home. It’s lamb cutlets on Sundays.”

Imagine if someone had a really shit dream?

“Wow, you could have any dream come true by Sunday. What did you wish for?”

“I wished for the ability to spin plates really well. I’ve always admired the Greeks.”

“Why didn’t you wish for a bajillion pounds so you can do whatever you want in life?”

“Oh yeah. Never thought of that.“