Back to the Grind

So I have been idle and have not blogged for two days. Unexpectedly my legions of avid readers have not bombarded me to check on the reason for my absence and to ask after my general health and wellbeing. I am glad to be able to reassure everybody that I am fine but my absence has been the result of an activity filled weekend which involved an epic adventure on horseback, a swashbuckling drinking session and ended in a cheeky bit of hip-hop.

Not everybody knows this as I don’t like to boast but I’m pretty handy on a horse. Not in a weird way but I just have this natural affinity with the animals where we become one and seamlessly gallop across dusty plains together. So when I was asked if I wanted to go on a hack in the country I figured I’d tag along and do a bit of showing off.
As it had been some time since my last venture on horseback, the riding school just wanted to quickly assess my capabilities and I was ready to wow them with perfect posture, well-downed heels and the general grace and elegance of a natural-born horseman.

Unfortunately, the beastly brute they put me on had other ideas and simply refused to go where I directed him with textbook rein-pulling technique. When I wanted to him to go right he would go left. When I wanted him to stop he would go and he would halt with a jerk the moment I urged him forward. I simply cannot work with such amateur animals and after a discussion with the riding teacher we came to a mutual decision that it would be best for everyone if I sat out the hack…



On Saturday night it was my friend’s ‘Pirates and Queens’ party, which was amazing and great to see everyone in such fantastic costumes! A special mention for the incredible contraption atop the birthday boy’s head – incredible stuff!
Last night, the weekend was rounded off with a trip to see the UK B-Boy Champs at the Brixton Academy, which was awesome. Some of the moves those guys can pull off are nuts – check it out on Youtube.

Anyway, I’ve got to do some book writing now so I best be off but I am comforted by the words of Thomas Carlyle who said: ‘Writing is a dreadful labor, yet not so dreadful as Idleness.’ Indeed.