I hate the moon

Yes, it’s usually beautiful. Yes, it can be absolutely jaw-droppingly stunning. But it’s also a total bastard.

I’m knackered. Why? A hard, hard couple of weeks of work; I actually had to take a nap earlier today at 5:30pm, so I could function this evening. But now it’s bedtime I’m wide awake and have all sorts of shitty thoughts churning around in my head. Why? New fucking moon, that’s why.

Four days before the full moon I go mental, and often four days after as well. I’m a slave to the bastard.

I hate the fucking lunar cycle.

Lifestyle changes

Recently, I’ve had to stop eating certain things because they wre causing stomach upsets. They had been for years, and I had tried figuring out what was causing it, but it turned out it was a huge combination of foods, weird ones too. So out the door went my favourite foods: spinach, fish, bananas, tomatoes, soya milk… The list goes on. But finally, comes the tough one – I have to give up beer.
There’s only so much of one’s life you can spend on the toilet before it becomes boring, after all. And I have marathons to run, dammit.

The worst week of my shitting life.

There’s been some bad weeks in there over time. Some friends died tragically, others stupidly, all sadly. Sometimes, bad things just happen: redundancy, losing a girlfriend, going hungry. You might fall out with your mates, piss someone off with selfishness, or just plain not like yourself. All happens at some point.
But the worst week of my life for pure incident was the week where I got run over on the Monday, set fire to on the Saturday and my favourite dog in all the world was put to sleep the same weekend.
That was one shit fucking week.

Drug cheats.

I love athletics, me. Especially the Olympics; the idea that someone has trained all their lives for one moment in which they will push themselves beyond anything i can imagine.
I read an interview with Kelly Sotherton, British heptathlete, yesterday. Her fifth-place in Beijing was upgraded to fourth because the Ukrainian silver medalist failed a drugs test.
I have to ask… If you take performance-enhancing drugs and still can’t win gold, wouldn’t you think about switching to another line of work? Lyudmila Blonska, you might want to think about becoming a window cleaner or something similar. It didn’t work.