Moving the goalposts

The last weekend of June is traditionally a time to party. Pretty much every year since 2004, I’ve packed a selection of life’s essentials into a rucksack and made the pilgrimage down to Worthy Farm, Somerset for a week of bands, mud, occasional sunshine and lethal-strength pear cider. Yes, it’s Glastonbury time again. Health and…

I am being stalked

I returned to civilisation on Monday evening to discover that I have managed to attract my very own stalker. It appears that I am being watched, having my every move tracked, and there is no escape. Runkeeper is coming after me. While I was away, traipsing through mud to watch some of my favourite bands on a…

The calm before the storm

A week since my return to competitive action, and it is all about to go very wrong indeed. After putting in a decent amount of training, eating reasonably well and even having a fortnight off the booze, and subsequently surprising myself with the results, I am off to Glastonbury Festival this week. It is fairly…