Just going through some stuff in the loft, my Dad found this:
It’s my Grandfather’s school certificate from 1920. Lad done well. There were also some very incriminating photos of a younger me up there. Sadly, for reasons of taste, I am unable to share those.
Much rejoicing this morning (in my head anyway) so knocked a whole 31 seconds off my PB for 10km on my last run while we’re away. PB for running 10 km, that is, obviously. I would imagine that while we’re flying home in a couple of days time, I’ll be knocking 10 km off in just a few seconds. But I’m not allowed to switch my GPS on there.
Today was another wet one and it seems that we’ll be lucky to see the sun again while we’re here. The weather has generally been miserable, but I do think we’ve made the best of it. It hasn’t been a traditional “summer holiday”, but it has been a lot of fun.
This is how things should be – how they are supposed to work. I’m currently surfing on my parents’ wifi with an average speed of 44753kbps. This is well over 44.753 times faster than I have ever achieved on my home wifi, which, up until now, seemed pretty nippy when compared to what I had before I upgraded to the “up to” 1Mbps service I routinely use back on Cape Town.
Actually, to be fair, my home wifi is still pretty nippy when compared to that, but it’s completely amazed me to see how responsive my tablet and phone can be when allowed to play freely on the internet. Information is just there. Bang. There’s no such thing as buffering on YouTube videos. And I even had to play catchup with Flickr when uploading the latest batch of photos earlier today. Usually, I go away for a coffee or to watch a footy match or something while they upload. Today, they were there before I’d even put them there (or something).
First World Problems, I know, but suddenly it all makes sense, and it has made me realise what things can be like and how it is holding us back in SA. And it’s going to seem like dialup speeds when I get back…
Life does go on, but I have some demons to drown in Black Label tonight.
Here’s one fan’s view on the issues around the Ched Evans verdict on Friday.
I’m not getting drawn into this one. Evans was found guilty and, while I understand that he is appealing the verdict, there is no excuse for what he has done and no excuse for anyone to defend his actions or to question the judgement.
However, Ian does make some valid points with reference to the the way that the inexcusable behaviour of a few idiots has been taken to be representative of the whole club.
This case isn’t anything to do with Sheffield United. It is nothing to do with football. It is about a sexual assault.
Those in charge at Sheffield United FC have dealt with the matter very well. At the minute you cannot say this reflects badly on the club, but now we have the danger of a negative media frenzy thanks to the actions of a vocal minority.
The Sky cameras will be focused even more firmly on United and the supporters on Saturday. A spotlight intensified by the ferocity of comments from some of our support alongside the reported tweets of current and former players. Please don’t let yourselves down. Please don’t let the club down.
And he’s absolutely right. But I feel that his appeal will fall on deaf ears. The vocal minority will continue to be vocal and the media will jump all over it.