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Took an injury to my foot several weeks ago. It wasn’t getting better so I attended minor injuries two weeks ago where an X-ray showed I have a spur of bone growing on my heel. Just been told today that my NHS trust doesn’t do operations to remove spurs. Looks like I can count out walking and running for the rest of my life then.
It’s the latest in a string of niggling injuries that is tightening the screw on activities in general for the last 18 months.

I witnessed this
https://youtu.be/h3pCvTGLXr4?si=OGt9Rg7UaohI_Oz1

Albeit from 1/4 mile away where it was scary, jaw dropping viewing.
Totally gobsmacked that people would be so thick as to stand within a stones throw
given that it’s very obvious from early on that upward trajectories were not guaranteed.
Yeah, public sale of these things needs to stop.

Meh.
Gateaux is a sloppy, wet excuse for decent chocolate cake, anyway.

I used to live 23 miles from work. Home was a city and the office a Portakabin in the middle of nowhere. Each journey was bike-train-train-bike and I’m pretty sure I was never late in.

He knoweth his fate.

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I want that on a t-shirt.

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The sort of story that has fellow bikies in stitches and anyone else at the party moving to another room, never to return.

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The GB team kit.
Why keep changing it every games?
Just stick with something instantly recognisable so we can pick out our athletes at a glance, pleeeeeeease!

Likewise, if your washing machine is Pongy do a (empty) hot wash with a bottle of white vinegar in.
If you want it really clean, open the bottle and pour the contents in instead.
(I suppose I could have just re-typed the first bit but I haven’t finished my poo yet).

Talking to a mate the other day about the opening ceremony of the Olympics being held on the river.
“It’s not a great idea cos of the security” he said.
“Not great?” I said “It’s inseine”

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My cycling mates had a ditty to warn people of this problem:
From the arse
To the grass
On the tread
Then yer head.

A mate of mine from the US was planning a vacation over here so he bought The Ultimate Rough Guide To The UK.

He opened it to find it contained only 1 word;
Middlesborough.

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Kinda fits the body plan required for life in the 21st century. Perhaps it's the first example of Homo Sapiens genetic replacement.

Monday morning punishment for them:
Packing tape them to their chair in the stairwell, shove 'cans' on their ears playing Poundshop style Crimbo cover versions and force-feed them mince pies (preferably iced variety, cos their gross).
Leave them til Friday.

The Bakerloo line. Surely the twistiest Underground line. Travelled Waterloo to Paddington this morning and was treated to repetitive prolonged squealing wheels. Felt like there was a circular saw trying to break out of my skull.

When you meet a right-handed person who does this.

The engine house build, stage II is well underway.

Wow!