Blue Moon

Blue Moon

It was a mixed sort of day. M was in Allenheads with friends, Lounardo was busy all day with an essay, it was cold again, grey cloudy skies and there was a marathon on somewhere. That annoying Geordie 'stereotype' Brendan Foster really 'got up my nose'. Famously, with reference to the controversy over Mo Farah using the race as a training opportunity for next year, the over-opinionated and over-self aggrandised Mr Foster (who by the way has never won an Olympic Gold himself), stated that Mo's presence would not be a problem and would in no way deflect from the other runners, or the race itself.

Well, then for the next 3 hours, Mr Foster (ably assisted by his faithful Sunderland side-kick Mr Cram (the Batman and Robin of athletics commentary), persisted in only talking about Mo Farrow. Mo this, Mo that, what Mo is thinking, what Mo is doing, when Mo is coming back, is Mo going to win next year....blah ....blah....blah...blah..... Only occasionally interspersed with the usual rhetoric of "Great Britain is great at putting on events like this...we are the greatest, only London can do this....London is the best....ergo....Crammy and Me are the best...are'nt we great etc. etc. etc...

Agggghhhhhhh ! Save us from these 2, now assisted by 'Catwoman' Paula Radcliffe (well at least she did'nt crouch down behind the commentary desk and have a cheeky quick pee! )

So, rather than endure this agony any longer (and I know a little bit about it having done 3 half marathons) I went and actually cleaned out the pond tank and filters. This is a little bit like cleaning out a sewage farm, in fact - this is what it really is. At least it was better than listening to the endless drivel coming out of Foster and Cram.

P.S. well done to all the marathon runners today. You did great !

Not sure what all this had to do with a picture of the moon? Answers on a post card please.....