Like the Heat of a Thousand Suns

I have rope burns on my wrists and I'm not sure how they got there.

Likewise the bruises on my knees.

I need to improve my technique.

This blog post was brough to you via the power of childish smut.

*Creak*

Right, well that's got rid of both of my regular readers for now. Several months of silence does wonders for one's blog readership. Stops the riff raff dirtying it with their bloodshot little eyes.

In true lazy mofo style, I shall try to recount the last few months in the form of a list. List order and chronology bear no correlation.

- Listening to Sufjan Stevens, reading Cloud Atlas in a tent on the Lofoten Islands in Arctic Norway.
- Going climbing at all hours ofthe night on said same islands.
- Sleeping in a cave on the Moray Firth coast whilst the sky collapses with rain.
- Deciding that I don't like Borrowdale.
- Extracting ticks from my areas.
- Having my first job interview in aages.
- Getting the job.
- Sleeping rough for 2 nights in Oslo sculpture park.
- Falling in love with granite.
- Jamming (and sincerely hoping that you like jamming too).
- Listening to the collected works of Mono at high volume.
- Being calm in the face of swearing motorisits.
- Swimming in lochs.
- Being grumpy about the Edinburgh Festival, but still enjoying the nightly fireworks.
- Growing a comedy ginger beard.
- Shaving it into an awful handlebar moustache for fun.
- Reading lots of other David Mitchell books.
- Not really understanding Jpod by Douglas Coupland.
- Lusting over mountain bikes.
- Spending my future salary on mountain bikes (in my head).
- Reading lots of internet comics.
- Being a bit underwhelmed by Thom Yorke's The Eraser
- Not tidying my room.
- Hurting my feet on discarded bicycle parts in my room.
- Sleeping in an industrial estate near Aviemore
- Climbing 'The Classics'.
- Being scared.
- Being brave.
- Bar-B-Q.
- Boycotting trendy bars with a 'no trainers' policy.
- Sweating my nights away in blistering heat.

Nice.