08:21, Trojan Fitness, Bristol The dial on the scale slid upwards, heartlessly, to settle with a mocking little bounce at exactly 80.6kg. “That...” I summarised insightfully, “Is not under 80kg”. That was a problem because, one month after running my first marathon (on a frozen lake...
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Today, I am getting tattooed. I don't know the design yet. In fact, there isn't one. Thus, the Guild. I am also in Denmark, in a shop owned by my favourite tattoo artist: a man whose work Vikki and I found entirely independently when showing each other some of our favourite pieces whilst in ...
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If you say you'll do a thing, you should do that thing. Otherwise why bother saying anything at all? Your word is as good as meaningless. Thus the Guild; thus I live. Or so I thought. Then one day, tattoos came up in conversation...and guess what I found myself saying... [divider] Whe...
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After appearing on House Hunters International a few weeks ago, I have received lots of very kind messages from people who saw the show. This rocks! I can't express how grateful I am for the show of support; it's hard to stay convinced I'm doing anything worthwhile, so hearing that some peop...
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This week, the Guild struck out for the Lake District in search of a secret cave somewhere in the Langstrath Valley. Simon set out on Tuesday afternoon and picked me up in Sheffield. Even if we couldn't find the cave that day, we were hoping for a sneak peak into the valley when we arrived. Alas,...
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The day after Gay Bum's first gig after 2 years was as painful as expected. In part, this is because Phill decided he needed to fight me until the wee hours of Saturday morning... Otherwise, it was the massive excess of drinking that destroyed me. Oh and the gig itself. I had honestly and embarra...
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Today was meant to be my first day in Nelson and, to be fair, it was. It was, however, also my last day in Nelson. I have already left... But let me start at the beginning of this silly tale. After failing to climb the Franz Josef glacier due to financial restraints (I am bankrupt), I caught a l...
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The time has come. As this post goes live, I will be taking to the skies (in a plane - I've left my cape at home) to fly 10,000 miles in search of adventure. To be honest, it's scary. It's a long way to go and I'm going alone. It is, however, necessary. Sometimes, you realise you have stopp...
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