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RIGHT. That’s fucking IT. I’m updating this blog. Right? Try and stop me. You can’t. (You probably could. But don’t.)

Nobody wants to read more shit about how I’ve been busy. Nobody wants any false assurances that FROM NOW ON I’M GOING TO UPDATE THIS BLOG REGULARLY HONEST I PROMISE. I’ve lied to you before. I’d only be lying to you again. And we’ve never even met. What sort of a relationship is this? An abusive one? If it wasn’t for the kids, you’d have left a long time ago. I know that now. And it tortures me inside. (I’ve lost track of what I’m doing here.)

The irony (NOTE: CHECK DEFINITION OF IRONY) is that my running is better than ever. One foot generally moves in front of the other in a vaguely forward motion, an action that is, more often than not, then repeated by the other foot. By this strange, other-worldly physical alchemy, I am able to ‘run’. But it’s time for me to share my knowledge of ‘running’ with the world. I have a dream. It’s a dream where everyone is running. (Fair enough, they’re running away from a massive robotic Piers Morgan with a huge, pink, hairless arse where his head should be, but still. Running.)

What’s the plan? I don’t know. There isn’t one. But I would like to redesign the site (read: change the font) and get back into the swing of things. Part of the reason for this is an email I recently received from a nice bloke from Scotland. So you can blame him. But it is nice (and sort of unbelievable) when someone takes the time to drop you a line and tell you that they’ve enjoyed reading what you’ve written. I don’t think this blog will ever be read by more than a handful of people, but I enjoy writing so I’ll carry on. I’m too fucking lazy to bother trying to promote it, which doesn’t help. But whatever. Let’s join hands/minds and set out on our journey of half witted bollocks alongside pointless observations about one of ┬áthe most basic human functions there is – TOGETHER.