This
week I spent a full 60 minutes on the cross trainer. I tried this
once back in 2011. I made a 0.09Km improvement on it this week.
That'll be not eating Subway, nor Tesco Value goods, MUCH less
chocolate and better sleep.
Also this
week:
Comic
Con. More later.
Mum's
birthday. Tapas meal. Good.
Glorious
sunshine. Lots of. Made the most of it, sat outside reading Junky by
William S Burroughs. A Penguin Modern Classic, and deservedly so, the
book follows a degenerate but surprisingly eloquent (and surprisingly
married) heroin addict as he makes numerous half-hearted attempts to
kick his habit. A fascinating insight into a post-war American drug
underworld. The glossary at the back of the book helps to pin down
junk lingo and instill a sense of culture to a gripping, wasting
habit. Fascinating stuff. More so due to being first person narrated
and autobiographical.
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