It's a lekker world

Bath Half 2011. Yeah, Baby.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 19:19:00 +0000

Bath Sky Ride

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 15:56:00 +0000

This weekend the Sky Ride came to Bath: traffic-free cycling.

Bliss!

Welcome Back, Summer

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 17:09:00 +0000

Yeah - welcome back, Summer!

Gevaarlik!

DAY DREAMING

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 17:30:00 +0000

Annie has new wallpaper on her PC desktop @ work:

Aaaaah. Melbourne, I love thee.

Pragtig.

WINTER, YOU W*****

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 08:20:00 +0000

Hmmm. And I thought Autumn was bad. I have realised that this is, in fact, my SIXTEENTH English winter. Gawd. They don't get any easier.

Gee my krag, O here!!

AUTUMN, YOU CAD!!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 16:03:00 +0000

Autumn - so beautiful with his sunny skies, red leaves and bright berries a-growing... luring us into the belief that all is well with the world.

But don't be fooled! He's about to drag us into dark mornings, dark afternoons and icy-cold days and nights!

Gah!

I am about to enter my 15th English winter. FIF.TEEN.

I didn't think I'd make it past two - but I have ..all 10 Raynaud's fingers intact.

I'm not sure I'll stick around for another 15, though.

Southern Hemisphere, Anyone?

Ja, Oom.

REBUILDING BATH

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 22:04:00 +0000

Ha ha! Poor Barth.

THE VIRTUE OF FOOLS

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 11:13:00 +0000

Silence is the virtue of fools. Ergo. I am.

I realise that this blog has become a storage space for some snazzy mobile uploads and little else. This is not a Good Thing.

I wish I could report that my silence is because I have been kidnapped by the clebrity mafia who have insisted that I jet across the world with them; living la vida high-life: soaking up the sun on heaven-sent beaches, driving fast cars round Monacco, and quoiffing cocktails and hors d'œuvre in 5 star hotel lobby receptions while mwah-mwah double-kissing the cheeks of hot celebrities.

Alas not.

Instead I have been trudging the well-worn, damp and wet (stupid English summers) path to work. Tap tapping on a keyboard. And returning on the path home: with the occasional weekend away and triathlons to plod.

Hmmmm. Must. Get. Out. More.

Dit is die waarheid.

FAREWELL, VIRTUOUS JUNE

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 15:15:00 +0000

Oooooo. I'm loving this hazy-lazy heatwave. It slows everyone down to a g'day-mate-how's-it-g'aaan-ya-maahn-every-ting-is-ayrie pace. Brilliant!!

So. What a month! June two thousand & nine A.D. was most certainly a virtuous one.

I ditched all alcohol...

Took part in Jam-busting June...

Completed another Triathlon without drowning or falling off m'bike & kept m'dodgy ankle ticking over...

It was so virtuous that m'halo became self-polishing. It did.

So onto Debaucherous July, then.

Although I'm starting at the local tri club in a few weeks time: and it looks like they have a session (or two) of something or other every day - so there may be little time for debauchery.

Pity.

Working 9 to 5 @ 67?

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 10:48:00 +0000

Hmmm. I've just calculated that I have:

33 years, 1 month and 18 days

Until State Pensionable Age.

Oh Good.

MMMM. HOLIDAYS.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 May 2009 14:11:00 +0000

Mmm. Holidays are good. Tooo good!

And Menorca was a beautiful and as relaaaaaaxing as ever.

Baie Lekker.

I am Athlete.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 13:56:00 +0000

I am Athlete. Hear me Roar.

....OK. Perhaps it's more like - I am plodder, hear me whimper.

I've just been and had a VO2 Max Test done and was all trussed up like a crash-test-athlete on a bike this lunchtime.

I dread to think what the results will be - but am turning a corner with exercising again.

Lekker, Sannie.

ANOTHER YEAR

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 11:19:00 +0000

Another Year ... Another Baaarth Harf...

Mooi.

DANCE OF JOY!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 17 Feb 2009 13:53:00 +0000

There's a rule in our UK-based family... whenever the weather reaches 10 degrees in winter - we do the Dance of Joy. (Because Spring is on the way)

So....
equals

Lekker!

Tsvangirai becomes Zimbabwe's PM

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 14:49:00 +0000

Wow.

Midwinter Waking

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 10:26:00 +0000

Paws there. Snout there too as well.
Mustiness. Mould. Darkness; a desire to stretch, to scratch.
Then has the-?
Then is it-?
Nudge the thatch, Displace the stiffened leaves: look out.
How cold, How dried a stillness. Like a blade on stone,

A wind is scraping, first this way, then that. Morning, perhaps, but not a proper one.
Turn.
Sleep will unshell us, but not yet.

Midwinter Waking, Phillip Larkin

...Yup - that about sums it up!!

SNOW BUSINESS

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 17:15:00 +0000

Today I made my first ever snowman.

Lekker.

CEASEFIRE ON GAZA

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 23:19:00 +0000

Israel declares ceasefire in Gaza?

..about flipping time! (Whichever side of the heavily-guarded side of the fence/wall you sit.)

Aikona. Heeltemal mal. Almal van hulle!

BRRRR!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 05 Jan 2009 12:05:00 +0000

BRRRRR!!!

Bliksem!

NEW BEGINNINGS

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 19:58:00 +0000

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us...it was two thousand and eight.

Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
English novelist (1812 - 1870)

Wowsers.

What a diametrically opposed, inverse year of contradiction.

In 2009:

I ran 3 half marathons in the month of March. Madness.

I trained for & ran my first marathon in London, raising over £1700 for HEART UK in April

I holiday'd in Menorca in May

I completed my first (sprint) triathlon in June

in June I spent a week on the waters of Pembrokeshire kayaking & camping

in July I pushed myself to the physical & mental limits training for & completing the 100km overnight Trailwalker ultra-bonkers walk, raising over £1600 with my fellow Jelly Baby Junkies

in July I changed jobs

I completed the London (sprint) Traithlon in August

in September I managed to sneak in another (fun distance) Triathlon

...then in all went a bit Pete Tong & the evil sofa swallowed me up..

in December I sloped off for some winter sunshine & visited Barbados, St Maarten, St Kitts, Guadeloupe, St Lucia & Dominica: traversing volcanos, cycling across islands and doing a whole lot of snorkelling. Noice.

A year of real contrasts & amazing experiences.

I have only one New Year's Resolution for 2009:

* Make every day count *

Easy peasy?

So I wish you all a successful, happy & healthy New Year, and I leave you with the words of Pliny the Elder (23 AD - 79 AD)

"From the end spring new beginnings"

Amen to those.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 24 Dec 2008 11:46:00 +0000

Aaaaah.

Sunshine + Holidays = Lekker.

HAVING A GAS

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 26 Nov 2008 17:46:00 +0000

Well. I'm 4 months into m'new job & I have HEAPS I'd like to write about. But can't. [Natch].

These are difficult times, m'friends - and it's simply good to be employed.

Yes indeedy.

(Needless to say I'm having a gas.)

Time for a holiday in the sun, methinks. Now where did I put that Factor 50+...

Lekker.

JISLAAIK, DIS KOUD!!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 17:28:00 +0000

JISLAAIK - dis bluksemde koud!!!

I'm not good with these early cold, dark nights.

I'm going to have to get one of them there anti-S.A.D happy lamps!

Brrrrrrrrr!

REALITY BITES

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 22:50:00 +0000

I am a great fan of low-brow "Reality TV".

No - I am.

ANYWAY - tonight I'm a bit miffed orf with it all. It's not that I don't love the banter of Big Brother, or the pleasant soulful upliftment that "Last Choir Standing" brings....

but I do wish that just once, my theory about being in the English Minority in the UK and being the first to be voted off "Find-Me-a-I'm-a-Celebrity -Joseph-Big-Brother-Contestant - Last-Choir-Upright" would be proved wrong.

Weren't that pesky (and immaculately pasty) "Only Men Aloud" from Caaardiff ALWAYS going to win dat ting, man?

Jislaaik, Janie.

GULP

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 22 Aug 2008 12:40:00 +0000

It could be meeeeeee............

Redig.