Hitting The Road

Tomorrow is the day of the journey up to Seni, you know, the show I’ve been bleating on about on here for months now. I’m one of the two designated drivers this year, and it’ll be the furthest my little Polo will have had to have travelled in one go, the mapping thing reckons just shy of 330 miles. It’s about this time every year when I start to feel a mixture of feelings. On the one hand I’m very excited, it’s an amazing weekend full of things I’ll never get the chance to see otherwise, some good times with my clubmates, and a bit of a break. On the other I feel a bit – I don’t know the word – like sad but not sad. I know it’s only a weekend, but I’ll miss being at home, I’ll miss Murphy especially, it doesn’t matter how terrible a day you might have had at work, he’s guaranteed to cheer you up when you walk through the front door. I’ll miss people who I know should have been there really, or who wanted to at least. ButI know it’s only a couple of nights and I’ll be back again. The prospect of a Monday morning meeting @ 10 looms over me too, but I’m ignoring it for now.

It’s been a funny week or so, my mood has been all over the place, from high as a kite to dragged through the mud. On Sunday I took a heavy kick to my hip which (according to the amusingly named Dr Jones – c’mon, am I the only one who thinks Indiana…) has given me bad pulls down my paraspinal muscles. I’m taking ibuprofen and paracaetamol every waking hour at the moment and plainly refusing to acknowledge it. That along with a good dollop of ibuprofen gel in the morning and evening is meaning I can move about ok, even though it hurts. Still, Mr Doctor said I shouldn’t rest it, so I certainly won’t be. It’ll take weeks to fully recover, but it’s not too bad. Unfortunately it’s too painful and too stiff to train with at the moment, which isn’t great. Ask anyone who loves training as much as I do (or more, as I know some do), and it’s quite a chunk of your everyday life gone and it’s quite disheartening. On top of work and other things I hit quite a low ebb at one point, but I’m on the way back up and not one to let it get me down. The one thing experience has taught me (yes experience, no, not being old) is that even when things seem really bad, it’s only a matter of time before they’re better again and you’re feeling back on form. Normal service will be resumed very soon!

Here are a couple of songs I’ve heard a lot of lately. For some reason I went on a real Depeche Mode kick, so here’s one of theirs.

Depeche Mode – Stripped

And no, I’m not a manic depressive or a gladiola throwing weirdo, but I’ve listened to this a lot too. I love Morrisey’s voice, and the only way to listen to this song is this full length version.

The Smiths – How Soon Is Now

I had to add this one this morning too, I have always loved this song, I’m not sure how the live one sounds, I’m in a bit of a rush to listen, but it’s wonderful.

Pulp – Acrylic Afternoons