A Free Thing

When something is bad, and is free, is it still bad?

A local bar is providing free beer for us on Friday, because they are sort of sponsoring the Cyclo Cross race. Sort of because Trek, the main sponsors are paying the bar bill.

Rather jolly of them, one does think.

So, the local brew, is well known for giving a headache, nothing to do with the quantities that maybe consumed, honest, I do hear that it is something they put inside beer in tropical places, to stop it fermenting. Anyway, it still leaves me feeling rather like a typical English day, cloudy and dull.
Or is that age? You know the older one gets, the longer it takes to recover from a hangover, or is it, that hangovers have become like an unwanted house guest, and just doesn't know when to leave?

Anyway, so, the beer is free, and being free, makes it somewhat easier to swallow

Whipped

Isn't it amazing, that one word, can conjure up so many images.
Being a sports person, I am one, usually doing the 'whipping' but at home, that isn't the case.

Today was Cyclo Cross day, many guys and girls out there got whipped by more than their fair share. Me, I was on the side lined, after all, I am side linded! It was a great day, with great weather, it always leaves me wanting more!

I'm sure, many of you married men out there agree. The other day, I was having coffee with a friend of mine, Big Bird, well, she's really tall, and she's a bird, so her name is apt. Anyway, she has a loud voice, and when she starts stating her opinions she gets louder and louder, and louder and louder.
One of her opinions this time, was that men, once married become wimps, on what proof, she can base this on, I have no idea, as she is single. She also stated that men are immature, this I may agree and be the case, but one thing she doesn't know or understand, is that it is women's sole purpose in life, that once married, they must, under any and every circumstance, change the man. As in the same way, that some women let themselves go.

Take me for instance, I am more than grateful in which the way H has changed me, before I was married, I was consuming way to much alcohol, probably on the verged of it being a problem, now, I am not allowed to go out to drink. I am confided to home in the evenings.



Saying that, I love my wife more than anything in the world, and no, I wouldn't change a thing.

It's a Sunday!

Oh... today is a Sunday, I remember when I was a child, that Sundays always involved going to my Nan Gs' for lunch. My Nan was from Singapore, and I have to say, when she was in her youth, she was very beautiful (she was always beautiful to me) anyway, this may have something to do with me ending up marrying an Asian lass.
Anyway, she was quite strict, children weren't allowed to eat at the same table of adults, and when after dinner games were being played (cards, Mahjiang etc) then is was a strict no no for children to be in the same room.
Not bad ethics really.
Now, I am older, at the moment, my Sunday are normally filled with Cycle-Cross races. I've only managed to do one this season, which is really annoying as I was soooo looking forward to it.
So this afternoon, I am going to support my friends, give them an encouraging shout. Probably along the lines of;
"Stop sleeping and start racing"
Or "My Mum could do this faster than you..... and on crutches"
You know the sort of thing I'm on about.

For those of you who may know me, I am somewhat competitive, and you can't get more competitive, than a competitive person talking.
Along the way, a competitive person knows how to make the opposition (yes, even friends) feel inadequate.
Take the Haka for instance, the most famous form of intimidation there is.

So in my normal way (unfortunatly) as H (my wife) was getting ready to go cycling, I said my usual words of encouragements. Now, she isn't going. I feel like crap, and do really think, I should have place here.

Later