September 11th, 2006 : Sleep? Huh, what? And other tales of the summer
Yes! My hopelessly crap blogging schedule continues.
Bet ya couldn’t wait.
So the photo is from the Goodwood Roller Marathon - 11 laps, 26 miles and 2 hours 1 minute of pain made just-slightly-better-than-bearable by the addition of Camberly’s finest Cheryl, who I towed for nearly the entire distance.
She insists she was pushing me. She’s probably not fibbing.
I repeated the same feat again, the next week, at the London Roller Marathon, except instead of being pushed by ms. photogenic I spent a good deal of the distance in the wake of what I can only describe as an older generation of skater with a slight flatulance problem. Still he beat me - I dragged myself over the iine in 2 hours 15 minutes after driking nearly 13 litres of water on what was probably the hottest day of the year.
In other news I’ve got my mits on the delightful Panasonic FX01 camera. It’s 28-105mm lens is absolutely stonking, creating the most bonkers colours and some pretty darned pleasurable vignetting with a little contrast pushing in Photoshop. Checkit:
- Fakin’ lomo
On the off chance that anyone cares, my flat is currently resembling that of Fight Club’s narrator - crammed full of the not finnest quality Swedish furnature with absolutely no food save from some half eaten jars of mustard and the like in the far too big and shiny fridge. Quite how it came to this, I don’t know.
- Now if you’ll excuse me I’m bloody exhausted…
[…] Not wanting to break a habit, I also managed to draught with another skater more or less the full distance; a skater who turned out to be none other than Camberley’s web master general Dan, who was looking for a time of around 2 hours and got himself over the line just a few seconds behind me for a time of around 1 hour 46 minutes. Having never met Dan before, I was pretty awed at the coincidence of picking up another Brit, let alone repeating my Goodwood roller feat of collecting a Camberley skater. Thanks for tagging along Dan, catching me when I tried to stack it, and saving me from what could have been a bit of a lonely marathon after I lost Erika and François in the first 2km of carving through the skate traffic. […]
September 29th, 2006