|Peter Lee, complete with coaching advice. Oh my god! We could make Peter Lee action figures! In summer and winter versions! With a string pull thing for coaching wisdom snipets!|
I thought you should be informed. There were a few intermediate days where he wore a hat + shorts, but now the change is complete. Winter is offically here.
Anyway, here are few unrelated snipets from the great IoERC.
Why you should not take the piss when I'm carrying a long object
|The piss-taking, in good humour obviously (like the poking), was probably either about (a) how short my arms are (standard - one of my nicknames is "Stumpy" FFS) or (b) about how much I swear. Which reminds me - I'll put up a photo of the swear chart we've got going for Movember when I rememebr to take my camera to the gym. I am proud to say that I WIN AT SWEARING. My tally box is essentially just shaded in now. (And before you accuse me of coach-abuse, it was very light, ironic poking. I'll have you know that Peter loves coaching me. I don't piss him off at all. Honest.)|
What happens when you live in a room that's colder than outside
You have to wear a hoody in bed (as well as a duvet + woolen blanket + quilt + bloody flannel pyjamas). As a result, I wake up with my hair doing flipping weird things, like all the strands facing forwards.
|All hair problems can be sorted with a really excellent hat. I mean, even hat-hair is >> Justin Bieber hair.|
*She said of it: "I like it, apart from all the swearing". But it's all swearing! I don't get it!
|Blunt and to the point, I thought.|
She's definitely never getting it back.
Waiting for trains at Ely station.
Because I randomly had my camera on me. No other reason.
|Sarah was cold. Or more accurately, 'really fucking cold'. Note the hat that is much better than mine.|
Shopping in Cambridge on a Saturday, or "Xtreme Slow Pedestrian Rage"
OK, so this has nothing to do with the IoERC. But then nor does my hair.
So, some background. By some
small large miracle, I managed to get someone to go on a date with me.
*Pause to let this sink in*
I KNOW! They weren't even drunk! (They also don't know this blog exists, which probably helped.)
But not even I would wear those leggings to a posh restaurant. I have standards* me.
*For certain values of "standards"
ANYWAY, so I found myself in the position that I had to go into town on a Saturday and I had buy something or I was going to have to turn up in a bloody Pembroke longsleeve or something.
This was bad. Very bad. The world and his wife apparently go shopping in Cambridge on a saturday afternoon, and they don't like walking quickly.
How. Can. People. Walk. So. Fucking. Slowly? Any slower and they'd be growing roots. I mean, I need to get something now. WHY ARE YOU IN MY WAY??? I resorted to putting some really aggressive music on my mp3 and just going for it.
|FFS. They're made of leather. Get over it.|
The next time I have to go shopping on a Saturday afternoon you'll hear about it on the national news, because I will have gone postal on the entire population of the Grand Arcade.
But anyway, I did eventually get something. It took years off my life, but I got something. So now at least I don't have to turn up in my "I survived Peter Lee's Week of Death" t-shirt.
|I'm sorry, but how awesome is this? (The week of death is mentioned here and here). I even made one for Peter, but he refuses to wear it "Because it's not true" :-( In the background - my homemade quilt my grandma made me :-D Grandmothers FTW!|
Anyway, I'll let you know how much I screw up said date through social ineptitude/swearing too much.
Finally, and this is important.
If you own a boat and blades, make sure you remember to insure your blades too.
Seriously, go and update your insurance policy now. NOW.
I've basically had a little crash which resulted with my blade hitting the other boat's rigger and completely fucking it up. (Photo to follow). I now need to find a strokeside, big blade + vortex edge Concept 2 scull from somewhere or I need to buy two new blades. OH CRAP. (If anyone out there knows of spares then please, for the love of god email me). Because I am a twat I only insured my boat and speedcoach, completely forgetting about the blades thing. BECAUSE I AM A TWAT.
EDIT: Here you go:
|Hmm. Would you race with these? It's pretty deep...|
|Here is a photo of a misty Ely. WITH CATHEDRAL.And loads of nettles :-(|
Please don't make the same mistake! Blades are expensive!