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I ran on the spot in my front room as training before even going out and being sick.

Thought I had a virus but it turned out just to be Firefox being a dick.

Over an hour spent trying to work out what the fuck was wrong.

Being completely off my tits helped enourmously.

Sky'sGoneOut wrote:CitizenJA.

You're welcome in this fucked up club.

Thank you.

Sky'sGoneOut wrote:I was once a runner myself many years ago.

It never gets pleasant. All there is is the myth of the runners high and that's bollocks.

It's a mild trance brought on by repetitive breathing that just masks the misery temporarily.

Running is horrible.

'Runners' high'. You know the breath is most important, that's good. I started exercising regularly when I was about fifteen years old. I could do long-distance running but I preferred low-impact exercise. Running hurt. I kept at the physical exercise in the years following that time. Euphoria from steady exertion became part of my life. Learning things is easier as a kid. If air quality and environment aren't good enough, physical exertion can hurt. Wholesome exercise happens when it's possible to forget everything but the breathe, the steady rhythm of exertion.

@HindleA
Apologies for not asking sooner than now. Is it okay with you to post here?

Sky'sGoneOut wrote:Thought I had a virus but it turned out just to be Firefox being a dick.

Over an hour spent trying to work out what the fuck was wrong.

Being completely off my tits helped enourmously.

Exact same thing happening to me too. The Firefox thing. It's better now.

One of my friends,whom I had persuaded as to the joys of running organised runs,rewarded me with being sick on me promptly after crossing the line.I have seen some interesting injuries including dislocated arms-perhaps a problem with windmill running technique.

Far be it from me to say it, but am grumpily impressed by that there running. I am endeavouring to walk the length of a marathon in an 8-hour day (and the rest), that people like Mr Hindle complete in a matter of hours.

Some people are the world's funny old things.

citizenJA wrote:Exact same thing happening to me too. The Firefox thing. It's better now.

All I remember is getting 'server not found' for ages and thinking it was maybe a DNS error with TalkTalk, but then remembered I could try my phone which worked fine so tried IE which also worked fine so it was definitely Firefox. Weird. I must have wasted a good hour running Malwarebytes and other assorted bits and bobs.

Glad it wasn't just me.

citizenJA wrote:'Runners' high'. You know the breath is most important, that's good. I started exercising regularly when I was about fifteen years old. I could do long-distance running but I preferred low-impact exercise. Running hurt. I kept at the physical exercise in the years following that time. Euphoria from steady exertion became part of my life. Learning things is easier as a kid. If air quality and environment aren't good enough, physical exertion can hurt. Wholesome exercise happens when it's possible to forget everything but the breathe, the steady rhythm of exertion.

I ran cross country for the county while playing football for a county football team when I was 13, I also played for the junior team of the local football club and ran various distances as a junior for the local running club.

Then I discovered beer, drugs and girls.

It's only in my 40's, too late, that I've realised all of those things could have been accommodated had I had the wit.

I could have been a brilliant runner, a brilliant footballer and got off with loads of girls if I'd just played it right.

Fuck.

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Liz Fraser ladies and gentlemen.

You are youngish yet.Enter an event,you reach heroic level just for trying,companionship should you so wish.I was spoken for and no longer interested,but a way to have relationships.I politely turned a request from a East German girl to further practice her English after a run,as an example.Going slower gives you more time to talk.

You're adorable.

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Sky'sGoneOut wrote:[youtube]HFWKJ2FUiAQ[/youtube]

Liz Fraser ladies and gentlemen.

takes me back. thanks

It was my freinds 50'th last night.

We had Chinese food then got pissed.

I had Szechuan chicken and soft noodles.

It was nice.

Never accept chinese rice wine as a substitute for sake.

It was like drinking alcoholic beef stock.

Even I couldn't finish it.

Who cares?

Why should I?

Why should I give a fuck?

Maybe because I like you.

Now fuck off.

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And god help you all.

Why am I drunk and angry?

Seriously though why?

I'm clearly drunk and somewhat stoned but where is this feeling of being fucking annoyed coming from?

Perhaps from me being fucking annoyed.

Let us see.

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Queen were awesome.

They were indeed. Though I didn't realise it at the time.

Never go out for your friend's 50'th birthday then get home and realise with horror you have no alcohol but a substantial amount of cannabis left.

That's all I'm saying.

Avoid such a scenario.

Anyway went to see Haley Bonar tonight, a Canadian so presumably she's really pissed off at the Walloons.

Here she is...



Sorry it's a shit picture but I hate taking my phone out during a gig and filming or taking a photo like all the other twats. I'm better than them, so I just whipped it out for a second and did the business for evidence purposes then returned it to my pocket.

Anyway here's what attracted me in the first place...

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She wasn't as good as this song or indeed the video suggests.

Ah yes shit of course, there was a point to me mentioning Miss Bonar (pronounced boner), I'm used to going to gigs these days and being the old bastard hanging around at the back with a pint but tonight for some reason with this lady's music I was about half way up the age scale. I was expecting kids but the room was full of pensioners.

I asked a couple of them what was going on and they said she'd been on Radio 4.

The thing is I'm living in the last year of the good times.

Iain Duncan Smith fucked up the ESA system so badly a bunch of us were left for three years untouched by the Work Capability Assesment. So due to his monumental incompetence I've been left alone for a couple of years to be a bit evidently fucked up (aren't we all) but otherwise infinitely more relaxed than I was previously.

I've got until next September left and then all hell will break loose again.

Yes it's almost a year but try telling that to the anxiety obsessed part of my brain that keeps me awake for hours.

Or try telling that to the other part of my brain that weighs up the pros and cons of being alive.

The cons outweigh the pros in my future let me tell you.

I've fought the DWP twice now and in both cases it's taken over a year but at least I won. But they're removing the weapons I once had to use. They're making what was never a fair fight into a crap shoot. It's like the Aztecs fighting the conquistadors. Stone weapons against steel. And as happened then it just takes a few to make misery for millions.

I so look forward to having a physiotherapist or a neonatal nurse (you can find out who these people are) judge me fit for work once again.

Last time I was close to burning down the ATOS offices but after some sound persuasive advice merely threw paint.

Next time all bets are off.

Pete Burns is dead?

I've been out.

Oh well I guess this is inevitable...

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Curiously if you look closely you'll see Wayne Hussey on guitar.

The guy from The Mission?

Pah, none of you were eighties goths were you?

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Was there ever a time when England wasn't unpleasant and nasty?

With its head stuck up its own arse looking back upon some fantasy version of itself?

At least we Scots know most of our cultural icons are made up shit. We know all this tartan bollocks was made up by an Englishman. We know our land is being used by cunts like Trump and Mohamed Al Fayed. We know all of this.

And yet we kind of like Scotland.

A fair land where you can come if you like, a place where all of you would be welcome.

When I retire there I will have an inflatable mattress just for Hindle.

Excuse me I must prepare some drugs.

That's better.

You know once I thought I could be a footballer, then when it turned out I was shit at that I turned my attention towards academia. Which didn't work either.

Don't get me wrong I loved the books, so many of them, but who's going to read them? Are you?

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I am half Scottish,my dad being a Paisley Buddy spent the majority of first twenty years there.The inflatable mattress offer is noted with thanks.

I have no idea what's going on Hindle, I'm just guessing and using witchcraft.

Ah a Government advisor.

I am catching up with w/end crossword puzzles,boring for some,but I find a ridiculous amount of pleasure in beating/matching the challenge of setter,I won a pen once delivered by securicor,wonderful,but hardly used,the small bottle of ink was a fiver,25 years ago,still three quarters full.

At some point I'll admit defeat.

But not today, or tommorow.

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Maybe you should listen.

There was once a time when people like us could express ouselves with farts.

But no longer.

Once there was a time, and it was good. All the elves and fairies agreed.

The rest is just us arguing.

Sky'sGoneOut wrote:Pah, none of you were eighties goths were you?

Of course not, I like dancing too much.

There's more real life on this thread than many experience in a full day spent with people known and unknown.

Sky'sGoneOut wrote:Excuse me I must prepare some drugs.

That's better.

You know once I thought I could be a footballer, then when it turned out I was shit at that I turned my attention towards academia. Which didn't work either.

Don't get me wrong I loved the books, so many of them, but who's going to read them? Are you?

I'll read them. I like reading as much as I love dancing.

Sky'sGoneOut wrote:

citizenJA wrote:'Runners' high'. You know the breath is most important, that's good. I started exercising regularly when I was about fifteen years old. I could do long-distance running but I preferred low-impact exercise. Running hurt. I kept at the physical exercise in the years following that time. Euphoria from steady exertion became part of my life. Learning things is easier as a kid. If air quality and environment aren't good enough, physical exertion can hurt. Wholesome exercise happens when it's possible to forget everything but the breathe, the steady rhythm of exertion.

I ran cross country for the county while playing football for a county football team when I was 13, I also played for the junior team of the local football club and ran various distances as a junior for the local running club.

Then I discovered beer, drugs and girls.

It's only in my 40's, too late, that I've realised all of those things could have been accommodated had I had the wit.

I could have been a brilliant runner, a brilliant footballer and got off with loads of girls if I'd just played it right.

Fuck.

You couldn't be anything other than the incomparable person you are now, whenever now occurs.

I dreamt of a device I held in my hand called a "transmuter". I used it going anywhere in space and time.
No such thing as a mistake or failure, I went back or forward to live over anything, or nothing. No death.
I held the transmuter. I dreamt this over twenty years ago. What I've read here reminded me of the dream,
though there's no time I forget it entirely. I dream spectacular dreams, some epic, some hellish.
The transmuter isn't always in my hand.

I loved listening to Queen and Pete Burns. Burns is gone, I hadn't known until now.

Sky'sGoneOut wrote:Was there ever a time when England wasn't unpleasant and nasty?

Yes. And it wasn't that long ago, either.

It can happen again.

I will be attending Scotland this weekend courtesy of a friend's 60th birthday "do". I have made note, SGO, of your advice above.

citizenJA wrote:

Sky'sGoneOut wrote:Pah, none of you were eighties goths were you?

Of course not, I like dancing too much.

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One of the very best 80s dance floor tracks. Possibly too pop and insufficiently goth to count but there you go. The best bit is at about 3m17s when it goes all quiet and swirly and then totally crashes back in. Obviously.

I passed what looked like a factory today on the bus and on the side it said HINDLE. In big letters.

Perhaps some kind of brooding area for young Hindles. Clones I suspect. Bred and educated to populate the earth after the bombs have fallen.

Though after a brief look online it seems Hindle in Bradford concern themselves mainly with gearboxes and other such bits of cars.

Which is a little disappointing.

I have made note, SGO, of your advice above.

No, don't do that. My advice is worth shit unless you happen to tickle the same fancies as I.

And I don't think you do.

You seem to inhabit somewhere better.

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