Ok, I haven't actually got as far as turning on the TV. Instead I quickly logged onto FaceBook to do some quick self-publicity (which if anyone is reading this is almost certainly how you found me). Disgusted with myself for being so narcissistic, I decided to even up the score, by a bit of free advertising for Rauf's band, The Fins.
Second only to Radiohead in my Top 10 of Live Performances Attended, they've released a single called Adaptor, which is exceptional. Check it out for yourself: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=H3DTkG2YBM4
If you like it, you can buy it on Amazon and iTunes (I think). I have no idea how they managed to find the funds to do this, but hopefully you'll agree it's been worth every penny. Incidentally, the video was put together by my tenant Ben Clayton, who this year also made a video for Ann Summer's. Tough job, I'm sure.
Saturday, 4 October 2008
Whatever happened to alec.fitzsimmons.com?
Bonjour and welcome to my very first official blog entry. Those of you familiar with alec.fitzsimmons.com will know that the site was blog-tastic in content, but not in format. Crucially you, the reader, were unable to interact by posting your own comments. Or more accurately, post nothing. This enabled me to continue posting for a couple of years blissfully unaware that no one was interested.
But now I'm back with a real blog. The old website has sadly departed this virtual world. I'm not really sure what happened to it. The company who hosted it were taken over, and after ignoring 3 or 4 emails from them, my site suddenly disappeared. The new hosting service laughs at me with it's arrogant UNIX operating system. I ran away, but such was my need to vomit something onto the internet I found myself here among other technophobes.
My last entry on alec.fitzsimmons.com concerned, I believe, the adoption of a facial dressing. Such a cliffhanger to end on. The demise of the webshite, was tantamount to losing the final DVD in a 24 boxset. I'm sure all my anonymous readers were desperate to know how the beard panned out. Well, days after finally working out how to manage the beard I met the love of my life at the Dickie's wedding. Shan't dwell too much on this, but Julie and I are very happy. What a difference a beard makes. Of course, Julie has never seen me without it, so I guess I'll be facially hirsute for the rest of my life.
Things have indeed changed. I'm out of Twickenham and living in the leafy, hilly town of Haslemere. Sounds very nice, but I was chased by a scissor-wielding lunatic a few weeks back. At last a practical application for 5 years of run training!
I'm still fitter than your average bear. When I planned 2008, I scheduled a lot of races, focussing principally on the London Marathon and Ironman UK. However, I had to withdraw days before the Marathon due to Shin Splints. That injury and a lack of swimming mojo and cycling time, necessitated my withdrawal from IM UK. I kept fit by sporadically training for and then completing a BIG RIDE from Fleet to Fowey in Cornwall. One day: 250 miles. Now I'm back running with a far more basic plan for 2009: Sub-3 hour London Marathon, then a bit of fun.
So, what will this blog contain:
- details of how I'm planning to conquer the 3-hour marathon (I'm right on the borderline of ability for this goal, so it should be interesting)
- occasional details of who Julie is. Here's a snipet to keep you going: No she doesn't need glasses
- critical assessment of modern culture and politics from a man who really can't be arsed to read anything except Runner's World
- maybe a joke here or there. Not here though.
- brief lectures on the credit crunch. No, I don't understand it either, but that doesn't stop me from commenting.
But for now, that is all; Match of the Day is about to start. What the point is in watching it is anyone's guess, though - I know all the results, have seen most of the goals on the news, and there are only 4 matches. Rubbish.
But now I'm back with a real blog. The old website has sadly departed this virtual world. I'm not really sure what happened to it. The company who hosted it were taken over, and after ignoring 3 or 4 emails from them, my site suddenly disappeared. The new hosting service laughs at me with it's arrogant UNIX operating system. I ran away, but such was my need to vomit something onto the internet I found myself here among other technophobes.
My last entry on alec.fitzsimmons.com concerned, I believe, the adoption of a facial dressing. Such a cliffhanger to end on. The demise of the webshite, was tantamount to losing the final DVD in a 24 boxset. I'm sure all my anonymous readers were desperate to know how the beard panned out. Well, days after finally working out how to manage the beard I met the love of my life at the Dickie's wedding. Shan't dwell too much on this, but Julie and I are very happy. What a difference a beard makes. Of course, Julie has never seen me without it, so I guess I'll be facially hirsute for the rest of my life.
Things have indeed changed. I'm out of Twickenham and living in the leafy, hilly town of Haslemere. Sounds very nice, but I was chased by a scissor-wielding lunatic a few weeks back. At last a practical application for 5 years of run training!
I'm still fitter than your average bear. When I planned 2008, I scheduled a lot of races, focussing principally on the London Marathon and Ironman UK. However, I had to withdraw days before the Marathon due to Shin Splints. That injury and a lack of swimming mojo and cycling time, necessitated my withdrawal from IM UK. I kept fit by sporadically training for and then completing a BIG RIDE from Fleet to Fowey in Cornwall. One day: 250 miles. Now I'm back running with a far more basic plan for 2009: Sub-3 hour London Marathon, then a bit of fun.
So, what will this blog contain:
- details of how I'm planning to conquer the 3-hour marathon (I'm right on the borderline of ability for this goal, so it should be interesting)
- occasional details of who Julie is. Here's a snipet to keep you going: No she doesn't need glasses
- critical assessment of modern culture and politics from a man who really can't be arsed to read anything except Runner's World
- maybe a joke here or there. Not here though.
- brief lectures on the credit crunch. No, I don't understand it either, but that doesn't stop me from commenting.
But for now, that is all; Match of the Day is about to start. What the point is in watching it is anyone's guess, though - I know all the results, have seen most of the goals on the news, and there are only 4 matches. Rubbish.
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