Second Run - Essentially the same as the first

Albeit, marginally longer at 15 minutes. The panting was still a feature, but at least this time I didn't have to run past any impressionable children as I did on Thursday. While the run was essentially encouraging, my breakfast - Kentucky Fried Chicken, was not particularly well advised, and Ian and I actually felt somewhat drugged afterwards.

A multitude of dull things were accomplished. I bought another bag of cat food for the cat. We'd been trying to get him on to the cheap stuff but he was starving himself, crying and hating us for it, so we had to go with the real deal. Why have we made our cat so fussy? Ian and I created a menu for the week (it saves us money!), turned it into a shopping list (which I lost and we had to recover from our memories) which we bought at Netto and Tesco. I told you this was dull.

I also got my bike fixed for £5 up the road - they pulled a thorn out of the tyre, changed the inner tube for me, and stopped the embarrassing brake-squeal. Since my car's taking its time to come back from its service (Wednesday as it stands) I will need it to get to work next week. I'm thankful that it's half term and I won't have to cycle to Walker every day.

Ian, Caroline and me went to see the remarkable Felice Brothers last night, at a packed Cluny. They were rip-roaring, barnstorming, marvellous - - seemingly having no trouble dealing with their tiredness at having been up for more than 24 hours to get to Newcastle. I heard two separate people (or maybe the same person putting on accents) saying that they sounded like The Band, 40 years ago.

I liked them alot. I loved the way that they were constantly throwing things at each other and trying to kick one another during songs. I bet the Everley Brothers never did that. Take a look at a video of them doing a song where they spare one another:



The singer has a marvellous voice - the sort that doesn't come round all that often. He shared a moment with my friend Caroline, where he asked her her name, and played her request for her. Not quite as good as when Regina Spektor stopped a song to say 'bless you' to me from the other side of the arena (it was a good sneeze), but not bad all the same.

Thanks to Will, who's my first donator. Good on you!