running flat

Woke up at 7.30 with a modest hangover, made worse by an unfamiliar bed and a duvet that was about 13 toggs too warm. Still, nothing a rather fine StevieGfry-up couldn't sort out.

During the usual recolective morning-after chat I remembered talking to mr taxidriver about photography. Apparently during the day he was a photographer for some magazine covering stories on music and gigs so we exchanged chit-chat ending in me passing the word on Blip. Well, you just have to, don't you?

Trundled off to Llandegla on our mountain bikes in the afternoon for a couple of tiring, male-bonding hours which was great fun, although StevieG was a bit flat due to a broken heart consuming his thoughts. I know his spirit will be recharged again soon but in the meantime it's a terrible thing seeing a good friend hurting, knowing there is nothing you can do.

Talking of feeling flat - I need to get some more of these blighters...