As dawn breaks over stink-hit Britain, cats arch their backs and hiss at felines they don’t recognise. Could they be the cause of the awful smell? It seems best to catty minds to urinate and defecate as widely as possible, in order to ward off a further stink-fest.
Families hold their noses as they knock back eggy soldiers, then adults despair at the ineffectiveness of magic trees in their cars. The smell shows no signs of dissipating.
At The Unspeakably Posh School for Boys, Michael and Boris are deep in conversation. Read More
Once upon a time, there were three very naughty boys named Boris, Nigel and Michael. They were the naughtiest children at The Unspeakably Posh School For Boys, but they never got into trouble, because they were just too posh. Michael was good at putting the blame on others. Boris could always make the teacher laugh. And Nigel was so popular with the other children that they always defended him when he’d been naughty. Read More
Picture by Darren Lewis Harris
It has come as something of a surprise to me that I’ve never written a blog post about Track East, the weekly Run Dem Crew track training that has been taking place at Mile End Stadium for the past 4 years. Having attended the anniversary celebrations last night, I’ve decided to put that right with an explanation of what takes place. I hope it will encourage more new faces to come down an be part of the magic.
Track East, Thursdays, 6.45pm, Mile End Stadium, 190 Burdett Road, London
Something a little bit different today. A wee bit of creative writing…
One day I was eight and Dad didn’t come home.
Mum told us he was working late, but his bed wasn’t slept in. They had separate beds by that time, Mum and Dad.
Walking home from school that next day, Mum told us Dad had been beaten up. He hadn’t come home because he was in hospital. Read More
The people are wonderfully polite
Not in a rigid way. They just genuinely think about other people all the time. Japan functions like our society would if everyone put others first instead of being selfish. Nobody will try to rip you off. It’s lovely.
Cherry Blossom Season
I was lucky enough to land in Japan just as the sakura season began. It was lovely to witness hanami, when people go outside each evening and have picnics on blue tarpaulins in the parks and gardens.
One of the ways running has transformed my life is that wherever I go in the world, I’m able to tap into ready-made running communities, make new friends, and experience a local perspective. The global explosion in running, and in particular the Bridge the Gap movement, is akin to the acid-house cultural shift in the late ’80s. The drugs have been replaced with endorphins but the love is the same. This post is about my experiences running in Tokyo with Athletics Far East and En Route Running Club. I hope to write about the crews I’ve run with in Hong Kong and Thailand in future. Read More
For as long as I’ve been running, I’ve suffered mildly from runner’s knee. I over-pronate, which means my feet (and knees) fall inward when I run. This creates undue stress on them at times, particularly if running on an uneven surface like my favourite, the towpath by the River Lea. What then happens isn’t pain, but I can feel the quadriceps tendon doing some gymnastics over my patella that neither were designed for, before everything pops back into place. I often experience this while running, and become more mindful about my running form in these moments. Read More