Turning 26 mainly. And doing so with little grace or added maturity. We threw a house party to mark the occasion and had to have another one the weekend just gone to get rid of the booze we accumulated the first time around (the first two guests both arrived clutching a shoulder of vodky)- A “well done” in passing to Munster for winning through to the H-Cup Final yesterday.

Also going to the gym a lot in the past week or so. I’d always hoped I could live with the insouciance and devil-may-care dissoluteness of Dylan Moran’s character in Black Books but alas I caved under the weight of my long-suffering system’s warning signs and have attempted to better my body. Firstly, the theory…

Now, the practice…

Still it’s early days yet. The marathon wasn’t run in one day as the saying goes.