I’m sitting here at work in jeans and short sleeves. Such a rebel! *groan*

Next to me: an iced coffee and a 235g jar of Vegemite (the biggest size I’ve seen for sale in Europe – seen bigger? let me know!).

Looks like tonight will involve a pub crawl through central-London’s Aussie pubs with as many fellow convicts as I can muster. I’m officially ending my Walkabout ban.

What else? What else?

Well, I got the job I wanted. Both of them. I knocked back the one in Wandsworth and from the 1st of Feb I’ll be working alongside Dan.. again! Small world eh?!

I have been running but it’s been very dodgy recently with my shins giving me plenty of grief. I hate that running causes so much damage! On a bike you ride as fast as possible and all that happens is you run out of breath or your muscles go down in a fiery ball of lactic acid.. running.. grrr.. running is hazardous to your leg’s health! Dark times folks, dark times.

More rest, slower running, more dedicated stretching and self-massage (ooh yeah! rub harder baby!) seem to have sorted most of that out now and last night I finally felt good again.

Hammered away at the start without warming up, of course, because I am a dickhead. I know it’s bad but it was so frickin’ cold last night, I didn’t want to piss about with any slow jogging.

I was feeling great, like really great, like a mad-man that’s just won the ?85-million lottery. I was all set for a new EARL record but 3/4’s done, the starting pace got to me, my knee started feeling “odd” and I slowed it right down. Once I realised there would be no chance of a PB, I slowed RIGHT down and cruised in at 39:00.

It was Wednesday, which means TNT magazine comes out. For those that don’t know, it’s a mag for antipodeans, or Aussies, Kiwis and Saffas living in London.

So, I ran back to Northfields Tube station and picked up a copy. The run there and back added another 2.5k onto the EARL circuit, according to www.gmap-pedometer.com.

Now.. Where’s my beer?!