A drive back from anywhere far away regardless of how good being there was bursts my arse. But then I hate driving on many plains of its existence. Operating any piece of machinery for an extended period is rubbish, but driving renders you physically imobile as well. If it wasn’t for trying decide if I really do like the new Slipknot album or not, or the effects of my still lingering cold giving me a snot control regime to distract me the I may spiralled into the scenery. Well no, but I’d have been in a worse humour certainly.
A day in the Lakes is quite a rarity for me at anytime, and this was a rarer day again. A good day with good folks, banter, cuppas and technical fabrics.
I’ve always said that I like the new and the what’s next: the results of clever people trying their best to raise the bar when designing and manufacturing kit and getting it past the short sighted, dullard store buyers so we get to see it. If what I’ve seen on paper and heard in the enthusiastic voices of its creators doesn’t make it to the racks then there’s no justice and we deserve to drown under the piles of baggy, poorly realised, casually styled, under specified bollocks that line every surface of the chains stores right now.
It was also my only real activity this week, a wee cough having given me a week off.