Perfect running accessory
These are just PERFECT. My new running gloves… warm, but not sweat-inducing, light as a feather, nicely luminous for those dark mornings (I don’t do twilight runs) and a total bargain, costing around a tenner at Lillywhites.
The best bit about them however is the back! Take a look at this! The person who designed this must be a runner. A little pouch for your front door key… now if they only had one too for those sugary snacks that would be great.
The Empire of the Dead
The French are very clever. First, they went a bomb on Catholicism, inventing theGothic cathedral and enshrining the dead therein. Several hundred years later, they became disillusioned with that idea as Romanticism took over. A sizeable minority got fed up with church and religion, and decided to venerate Death as simply the end of Life (and thereby excusing themselves to enjoy Life to the fullest).
The joys of high fat low carb
Yes, I have just finished the first tranche of the Educogym diet. I’ll be writing it up for the Lady next week, but just to say that after losing nearly 6lbs and 3% body fat I feel amazing. Read More…
Millionaire Tastes
This is the extraordinary flower arrangement at the villa of Princess Hetti, who married Arndt von Bohm, the sole heir to the Krups steel fortune. She and Arndt were given a palace outside Marrakech which was Party Central during the Sixties and Seventies…Hetti was wont to wander around the garden the morning after her fancy dos, finding the likes of Andy Warhol still lying amid the palm trees. It is a complete confection of Austro-Hungarian oil paintings, Moroccan decor and, er, kitsch (white unicorns, spouting horses on fountains etc). It’s now looked after by a dear housekeeper who brought us mint tea and cakes as Only You played softly in the garden. It can be yours for 3.5 million Euros.
Post run analysis
Yes, well it is quite a long way. But as long as you can put off the one side of your brain which is going STOP! STOP! by amusing it with looking at the crowd and working out whether that person beside the crash barrier. Read More…
The requirements of the Mail
This is really a response to Anna Blundy’s truthful and brilliant piece thecollectivereview.com
About how women journalists are encouraged to dig within their souls for the Daily Mail and find a guilty heart of darkness which probably wasn’t there in the first place. Read More…
A Collapsing Industry
This is what everyone calls it. As in “I’m working in a collapsing industry”. Or simply “It’s over.” Is it? And if so, what on earth are all we hacks going to do, save what we are doing now, namely spinning round working harder and harder for less and less. Everyone’s talking about it. With quite good humour however. Read More…
Blitz Season
BBC Radio 4, The Blitz – London, 5th to 10th September
To mark the 70th anniversary of the start of the London Blitz, broadcaster and author Rosie Millard examines the technology that was devised to defend the capital from German bombing.
The London Blitz started on 7 September 1940. In an attempt to crush British morale and force surrender from Churchill, Hitler ordered his bombers to embark upon a ferocious and sustained bombing campaign. By the time the bombing ended in May, thousands of people had been killed and over a million people had lost their homes.
Before the race
This is me the day before doing the Royal Parks Half Marathon. It was taken by Gabriel on my new Nokia N8 phone. No idea what that sign by one of my children is doing there. Outwardly I’m calm. Inwardly I’m anxious about running with 12000 other people. I always train alone. No music, no running partner, no chats. Apart from what’s going through my head in the wonderful meditative state which you reach after 4 miles. Impossible with people cheering and everyone else running to the beat beside you. After 4 miles, though, it will get better. After 9 miles, much better. When you are in double figures, immeasurably fine. Then you finish! I’ll post the pictures tomorrow. I’ll be smiling.
Back to School
It’s high summer. The children are bored. I’m keen to get back to work and increasingly using the television as electronic babysitter. I’ve got to do all the last minute shopping, uniform buying, pencil sharpening and book selecting which typifies Parental September. And everyone moves up one more year. Exciting for them. I just feel as if I’m getting older. Someone told me that after you turn 45, you put on 1kg every year! Aaagh! Why do you think I’m running the Royal Parks Half Marathon this October?!
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