Chapter01
Ich bin ein Berliner
(Totally unable to name this one well; also, not many pictures. Consider yourselves warned) It all started so well. “It” being yesterday, that is. It was a Friday, and I had the day off work because I was getting on…
Chapter02
Das capital
The kranky
Bleurgh. Pride comes before a fall ‘n all that. After being so ridiculously chuffed by my weight loss and running exploits for the last few days, I woke up on Saturday with my nagging sore throat threatning to turn into…
Chapter03
It’s a marathon, not a sprint Newest
The running (Fore)man
Jesus. I felt rotten as all arseholes on Sunday morning. Another dreadful night’s sleep, featuring being awake with a razorblade throat between 3am and 6am. I set an alarm for 9.30am, thinking I was likely to pass out but absolutely…