From an office window, from the end of the street, from the top of a hill

17 miles

17 miles hurts, but not like I thought it would.

I fell after 3 by the canal along the towpath, just at the bend where the route led up to the road, a flat road with no gravel nor puddles and a lot wider than the path beside the canal. Put a hole in my tights.

12 miles later and the guy running next to me for 6 or 7 of them tells me he's had a stone in his shoe since the towpath. It takes forever to overtake people when you're going marathon pace.

The miles ticked by.

Tonight

Tonight I saw this man in the flesh.
Spellbinding.

Postscript to 17th February

NME bags a shot of a normal night Friday night at Hachiko and passes it off as thousands of Radiohead fans

The Procrastinators

The Procrastinators - episode 2 from Lernert & Sander on Vimeo.

Wrong place, wrong time

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