Twice the famous lemon and lime soft drink.
Fourteen years of (at least) a post a day, as mentioned here.
And there are no signs of stopping [audience groans].
Obviously, that’s far too many posts to go through individually, but we have had:
Some football
Some lockdown exercise
An occasional view
Some menacing trains
A bit of physics
Much parenting stuff, and
That Chinese restaurant
Stick with us (it’s actually just me, sorry) for much, much more. Probably.
Here’s to the next fourteen years.
Well, it’s one reason, anyway.
I regularly refer back to a post from 2008 on this blog. This one.
Brian Micklethwait’s words originally, but something that I live… er… blog by, every day.
And, if you can’t be bothered to click through, then you probably just need to know that despite commenting on everything from news to sport to weather to politics to whatever this falls under and everything else, this still remains – from time to time – a personal blog. And because this is a personal blog, I do occasionally put personal stuff on it. And then when I look back on it, I can be reminded of exactly how I felt about something back then. Whenever that was.
Like this post from last August:
And it’s a really good thing that I can be reminded of good stuff like that, because last night I played football and it was shit. Really shit.
Sore arse, 40km round trip through the traffic, some floodlights not working, ball with an egg in it, a whole 15 minutes game time, I was rubbish, our whole team was rubbish, the referee was a complete [censored] clown from start to finish and yes, we lost, but to be honest it would only have been very mildly better if we had won, such was the general attitude on display and overall crapness of the whole evening.
Worst game of football (that I was playing in – there have been a few United performances that would still beat it) that I can remember. I broke my rib in two places and tore ankle ligaments in one of them, and it was still better when you consider last night’s bollocks.
I came home and went to bed. At least that went ok.
So maybe I’ll look back on this post in years to come and think: “hey, things have gone better today than I thought”, because I’ll helpfully have the memory of yesterday evening with which to compare it.
Hugely busy day. Now watching United on my phone while socialising and watching riding in the sunshine.
Out for dinner later.
And there’s a real danger that I might forget to blog.
So here you go. This will fill any chance of a gap.
More tomorrow.
Seven hour braai at our place. Grumpy back. Bit sore. Was fun, though. Now knackered.
Worried about how the blog is slipping further and further from my mind. Need to get back into a schedule and a rhythm.
Let’s start tomorrow.
Driving down to Agulhas this morning, I had an idea for a really good blog post. One of those rare, engaging posts like this blog used to feature.
I knew I’d remember it, because it was really good and rare and engaging. So I didn’t feel that I had to make any sort of effort to create an aide-mémoire. Also, I was driving, so this might have been dangerous.
Safety first.
But then I forgot it. I forgot it because I’m old and tired and forgetful. So I’m sorry that you’re getting this instead of a really good, rare engaging post.
But on the plus side, I’m sitting by the braai, listening to some decent music, and drinking a good beer.
So at least I’m not losing out.