Happy New Year

Saint Lord Pork of Ormskirk
Saint Lord Pork of Ormskirk – a fine specimen of porky loveliness
Some fun was had last night, seeing in the New Year. Jude and I were at Gareth and Christine’s part of a select group there to enjoy the magnificence of the biggest and tastiest shoulder of pork that I’ve seen in a long time. Perhaps the whole of my life (thanks Christine!)

The pork, fancy beers, cocktails and an eclectic choice of music meant that there was a bit of a lie in this morning. My plan for the first day of Janathon had been to do something in the morning before we headed to my in-laws for a New Year get together. However, that turned out to be wishful thinking.

Instead we went to Lymm and had a very pleasant afternoon.

JanathonOn our return I tried very hard to get some running in on the treadmill (it was raining, and grim outside). Two miles in I was knackered. My legs hurt and I had no energy, party nibbles and diet coke are probably not the best preparation for exercise. After the traumas of last year’s Juneathon I decided to take it easy on the first day. I stopped and instead did a few Swiss-ball crunches. At least it’s something, had there not been the Janathon commitment I guess I could have easily left it.

So a snooze later, some Sherlock and now revisiting The Bridge before it starts again at the weekend. It’s been a very pleasant and relatively quiet day.

Oh, and a server stopped working – had to find a way to get back on it (broken sshd), fix it and repair the database. But that’s all dull stuff.

The song that kicked off last night’s musical fun was Half Man Half Biscuit’s “You’re Hard”. How can you not love a song with these lyrics:

Henry Rollins! Henry Rollins!
You’re hard. You’re hard.
Big Jimmy Nail! Big Jimmy Nail!
You’re hard as well.
Sainsbury’s security!
Like I’m dead scared
Oh what a frightening world it can be

Lenny Henry! Lenny Henry!
You’re funny. You’re funny.
Jenny Eclair! Jenny Eclair!
You’re dead funny too.
Skinner, Baddiel, Anderson, Brand!
Oh, nurse, soothe my sides
Oh, what a funny old world it can be
Ok, let’s pedestrianise the high street