The barfly has been tarted up, both inside and out, since the last time I’ve been there. Used to be great living a minute away, nip home for a cuppa between bands! DZ deathrays were awesome, again.

is bloody painful.

Old school.

Using a sink as a toilet probably would be…

After a week of rain and then a muddy blast around a forest, my bike was in need of some tlc.

Ahh waymarking joys, it is a good excuse for an hour or so cycling round a forest in the dark – not something you can do often in London, setting up for the Runners World Trailblazer event in Bedgebury.

Finally made it to the Shrigley/Deller exhibitions at the Hayward, both as good as I was hoping for. Giggles at the absurdity of Shrigley, a fascinating diversity from Deller, brilliant stuff all round.

I’m also starting to do these foot drills:

My ankles have been shit for years, my right foot has a flat arch, and I have recently been hit with plantar fasciitis in that foot. This has left me in severe pain walking on occasions in the last week, and is all tied into knee/ITB problems I’ve had this past month.

Needless to say, this has destroyed my marathon preparation to the point that I’m probably not even going to run (and given I’ve only just started to walk again without pain the past couple of days, this is probably wise) but I’ll see what the physio says tomorrow.

Thus, it is time to strengthen my legs and rebuild from the feet up. And therefore this means lots of silly exercises on a daily basis. It is a pain, and its boring, but given how miserable I get when I can’t run, it’ll be worth it in the long haul.

All those hours in my room mastering sensible soccer on my megadrive were clearly not wasted. The muscle memory is still strong!

Still the best football game ever.