Listening to: Jogging for Jesus – Leslie Harris and the Fire
Dear God, what a thought…Boris Johnson is almost definitely going to be the next prime minister. Well that makes you question – is it worth getting through the winter? How is it possible … a man who tells stories that have very little connection to the truth, and in fact, doesn’t even use his real name?! I hope it’s clear, I really don’t like Boris Johnson. Anyway, nobody reads this blog. Sorry, nobody reads this blog for my political commentaries I suspect.
Boris and I do in fact have four things in common ( politics is not one obviously).
- You only need to use our first names for everyone to know who you are talking about, although perhaps not in Moscow.
- Throughout our careers we have met interesting people – eat your heart out Boris – you haven’t met the brother of the King of Sweden’s aqua vite mixer, the former calligrapher of the Columbian army and best yet, a fishfinger from the singing kettle.
- A penchant for quoting the classics Scaramouche Scaramouche can you do the fandango?
- We are both carrying a few extra pounds.
When you move out of the public eye, it is easy to let yourself go, but not me. A few more weeks and I will be looking like the proverbial racing snake. I am heading out for a jog later on today.
Please let me assure you though, it has absolutely nothing to do with the Colonel’s new nurse. My offering to show her some of the less trodden local jogging routes is nothing more than neighbourly good manners.
I would just like to thank the paramedics and the nursing staff who assure me I will get home tomorrow.
Atomic Crofter 