Sunday, March 05, 2006


I hate Sundays. I never get any emails. People must do most of their web-surfing at work, because no one ever writes to me on Sundays. The weekend is a tremendous void of electronic satisfaction, a vacuum of digital happiness.

In lieu of reading emails, today I cycled from Bristol to Bath and back again.


Nerijus said...

i turn on my pc just to read a sunday dilbert comic, and i end up reading THIS blog for 2 hours straight.

next sunday, i will write you an email.

Chaucer's Bitch said...

wow. not sure if i should be
a. flattered
b. afraid
c. pity you
hmm. it's probably the lest rational, but i think i'll go with option 'a,' as my ego can always use a boost.

welcome, nerijus.

hendrix said...

I was going to write you a proper email today as the one i sent you on Friday was hurried... but bloody F had the computer all day (again)

No Shit Sherlock said...

Why bike to Bath?
My great aunt lives there.
She's lovely.
You didn't run over any sweet old ladies with walking sticks did you?
And did you try the waters at the spa?

Chaucer's Bitch said...

because that's where my boathouse is located. i wanted to explore the route to see if it was feasable to cycle to training sessions rather than paying someone for a ride.

conclusion: very feasable. it's only 11 miles each way, and the terrain is not difficult.

hendrix said...

Er...let me get this straight... you're going to cycle a round trip of 22 miles... in order to exercise?


First Nations said...

i had no intention of emailing anyone on sunday because i woke up with a headache like a railroad spike through the face. so there. blew my day off all to hell. you may now pity me.