Amazingly the new football season is rapidly approaching and
I’m not sure anybody is ready for it. Certainly not Derby County who were promising
a clear out of their forest (could be dual meaning there) of ‘dead wood’. Well there’s been a net loss of two
so far, they need to lose at least another ten.
L heads out in the rain for a run tonight, although I think
it may have stopped just in time for her. It did for us at dog training.
This weekend saw three days running and competing at my own club's dog show.
The running of the show bit goes really well, the competing bit not so well, although it is very difficult to successfully combine the two. Meanwhile L goes stir crazy and can’t wait to get demobbed at the end
of the weekend. I did take a whole mini-keg of Hobgoblin as way of a survival kit but I'm not sure it worked.
MD and I get one clear round on the Friday and that’s it for the
rest of the weekend. Apart from clears in both team and pairs on Saturday but
neither our team mates or our pairs partner reciprocated. The highlight however
was actually Sunday’s 7th place, but with five faults, on a really
testing agility course.
The other highlight was, naturally, the eating and drinking. After
the Last Heretic and a curry on Friday we book into a Thai restaurant called
Nipa on Saturday,
after a drink in the local White Swan at Walton on Trent first. The Thai is on
Barton Marina in Barton Under Needwood.
We return to the Marina again on Saturday night where we meet my
parents for a meal at The Waterfront which is a bit rowdy and the meals are a bit weird. Two of our meals had curry sauces (one Thai, one Indian) but were generally 'English' style dishes and I'm not sure it worked. Still a decent meal though.
Our own tent is soon up, then it’s a case of putting up the ten
ring tents up and setting up all the agility equipment.
The sun out, then in again, then out again, then there’s the
occasional heavy downpour to contend with but at least there’s no mud. At least
nothing like last weekend.
L texts to say she’ll be in the Last Heretic at 7.30 but not
to rush as she has three books and G&T money. I rush over to save her from
herself but find her on the Oatmeal Stout rather than the G&Ts. Then we go
to the nearby Indian for food.
No training today as I’m in the car again, so that I can help collect stuff
from storage at our training venue tonight to take to the show site for the
weekend. Before that, my colleague and I do a pub lunch.
I had thought about rushing through the transporting of the show
stuff to get to The Run at Breaston but it really is just one rush around too
As it happens I get delayed anyway, as I end up driving
someone’s rickety old car over to the show site while they drive the Land Rover
than is pulling our trailer of show stuff.
Back on the bike and on my best bike. This is because when I
accidentally ran over some glass on Friday on my not-so-best bike and stopped
to check that nothing was lurking in my tyre, I saw how bald the front tyre
was. A puncture waiting to happen, with or without glass. So I needed to change
the tyre, which I haven’t done yet.
The update on breakfast-watch is that Doggo loved his ‘cottage
pie’ and licked his bowl clean.
L emails to say she’s been for a swim, so presumably she got
in and out of the pool ok as she now appears to be in work. So limbs seems to
be healing ok there.
L and Daughter head over to visit L’s Dad as it’s his
birthday today while I stay at home churning out paperwork for this weekend’s dog show,
while chucking balls.
My legs are ok this morning, so I must be relatively fit but then I haven’t been forbidden from running by half a dozen different
medically qualified experts... L has a bit of a hobble today.
She asks if my colleagues were impressed? If headshaking
means they were impressed then yes, very.
Doggo obviously enjoyed his weekend as he didn't eat a scrap
of food this morning despite a sprinkling of cheddar on his breakfast but then it wasn’t
the tinned dog food like we got him at the weekend. While shopping for ourselves
for the Thunder Run we had this bit of a brain wave and came up with a novel way
to break his fasting, buy him some tinned dog food! Genius. It’s was an inspired
idea that, if it worked, could save us a small fortune on fresh chicken, best
cheddar, wholemeal basmati rice and goodness knows what else. He loved it.
So at lunchtime, after getting the shopping and while I was picking
up our sponsor’s dog food for our show this weekend from Kennelgate, I bought him
some really buy posh tinned dog food. Well, something that actually has real
meat in it. It’s so posh that it’s not tinned, it comes on a tray and looks
a bit like Shepherd Pie.
He loves this even more than the tinned stuff and so too, by
the jealous look on his face would MD, given the chance. So expect him to
develop his own eating disorders some time soon.
Last year L and I did the Thunder Run as part of a team of
eight and the team as a whole managed 21 laps of the 10k course which worked out at three or less
each. This year we attempted it again but with a team of five, which hopefully
should get us at least four laps each.
If that wasn’t enough of an epic challenge, we hadn’t
reckoned on the weather. I kicked the team off with the opening lap at
midday with an impressive 48:27 but then four hours later it started to rain
and kept raining through to about 7am the following morning. Summer? Summer in the UK always has been merely a notional period on the calendar rather than an
actual indicator of nice weather.
Consequently the off road course because an absolute
quagmire becoming not just a stern physical challenge but also a test of mental
toughness. I loved it and thought this new, unexpected, side to it merely added
to the enjoyment. However most people seemed to disagree with me.
Last year both L and I went into the event with questionable
fitness, this year I’m possibly in as good as shape as I could be on the back
of two 70.3 triathlons. L however has been advised by practically every doctor and
physio on the planet to stay at home, so naturally here she is and fully
intending to do her four laps.
As I headed out for my second
lap at around 5:20pm, I felt that I had the right footwear for the
necessary mud skiing that a lap now mostly involved and my time of 51:23 perhaps confirmed this.
As before we fuelled
ourselves with ham and cheese rolls and pasta.
At around 11:30pm I’m off on my third lap where I did take
one tumble, somewhere between the 8km and 9km points, when I misjudged the slope
of the hill I was running across in the dark. After sliding for half a mile or
so, I picked myself up, brushed the smidgen of mud off my clothes and carried
on. Sadly this ruined my time a touch but I still got in under the hour with a 59:32.
The organisers were having a few problems too, as the
weather took out the generator for a while overnight and the marshals had to
hold the inflatable start line up while it was fixed. They didn’t seem to mind,
the general camaraderie or should that be the Dunkirk spirit between everyone
was great. Which included a couple who got married on Saturday morning and then
shared their on course wedding reception with all of us.
After grabbing a few hours sleep, I ran my fourth and final
lap at 06:45am. By now the rain had eased, not that that made any difference to
the conditions underfoot and my time was a slightly disappointing 61:15.
I did offer to do L’s fourth lap for her, which would have
been my fifth but she was having none of it. I hope she doesn’t regret that
tomorrow. So I head to the Bus Bar to grab a pint and watch her slither home.
We have one more runner to go after L then we’re done. Only
19 laps this year, I suppose we have to blame the weather for that.
There was only blot on the event (unless you count the rain
as a blot) and that was the range of Ladies fit T shirts that none of the girls
could get into. So only the lads will be in the pub tonight wearing their swanky green race t-shirts. I’m sure they’ll
sort out replacements post-race.
Afterwards I pop to the site of next week’s dog show, which
is only next door, to see what state the weather has left things in there, not
bad as it happens. Then we drop in at my parents before a night out at the Crafty
Crow followed by a curry at The Laguna.
I bike and beat the rain, which I’m sure is on its way as I
was followed by a particularly angry looking cloud all the way to work.
L has been for her ‘hands off’ physio and has been discharged.
Personally I think she discharged herself which will only encourage them to do
more of this non-contact virtual sort of thing which I really don’t see the
point of. The physio was apparently delighted and they’ll chalk this one up as
a success story alongside the likes of that chap Lazarus.
It’s also just in time for the Thunder Run which is, erm,
tomorrow. Most folk seem to be already there, just like they were last year. It’s
a bit early as it doesn’t start until midday tomorrow but I think a lot of folk
don’t get to go wild with a tent very often. We probably do it too often, which
is why L now looks forward to going wild with a Holiday Inn.
It’s a wet day, so I don’t bike and take the car instead. I take
the opportunity to go to the local Kennelgate to try to convert the vouchers that
the sponsor of our upcoming dog show has given us into dog food. Usually they courier us 24 bags of dog food but this year we just have an envelope full of paper.
Saves on costs I suppose, for them at least.
Kennelgate are happy for me to purchase 24 bags of dog food with my 24 vouchers,
although each one has to be a separate transaction which takes a while and they
also don’t have enough in stock, so I need to come back next week to collect it
but at least its all sorted (almost).
Talking of dog food... Our frustrating dog, Doggo, still will not eat on a regular
basis. We know that being frustrating is his speciality but he’s starting to
fade away. L is doing him chicken and rice tonight, probably curried, probably the
same as what we’re having in fact with naan bread.
It’s tennis tonight and, given the weather, it’s probably a good
job we’ve already practised in the wet this season. Although, they do say its
supposed to be fining up and it will be a nice evening...if you believe that
sort of thing.
For once, the forecast is right and we even sit outside The
Crown afterwards in the sun. L runs to the pub and beats us there.
Doggo survives the night without being ill again and even without
pacing the floor all night long which means we actually get some sleep. In fact,
he seems to sleep like a log himself probably secure in the knowledge that we
would rescue him in his hour of need, should it occur. Although perhaps the
thought of another trim with the scissors focussed his mind and made him think
twice about being a pain.
I’m on bus and feeling a bit unexercised but I have a (not very) wild night out on the beer tonight, so needs must.Meanwhile I hope L’s evening at home doesn’t
involve the liberal use of disinfectant, like so many have recently.
It’s time for another longish training run, so I again get
the bus into work.
Then after work I do the same 14km run. It’s not really
about stretching the distance out at this stage, it's more a case of upping my weekly mileage.
I get home to find that Doggo is still have rear end
problems and has repainted the kitchen with his diarrhoea. It's not pleasant and
quite a clean up operation.
Then we take the scissors to his
matted rear end and surprisingly he lets us. He looks a lot trimmer afterwards.
The Robin Hood Marathon announce this year’s race t-shirt
with much fanfare but it looks almost exactly the same as last year’s to me...
It’s got a bloomin’ dear on it of course, which perhaps looks a tad more like
Rudolph this time around.
L is still enforcing light manoeuvres on MD. He may have sat
looking at her with puppy eyes and his ball at his feet but she says she didn't cave in. Doggo
meanwhile is still on hunger strike and refused all attempts at food until she
dropped half a softly boiled egg on to it. Then he cleaned his dish out.
This could all be down to his diarrhoea which
now seems to come with chunks of blanket in it. Perhaps he's eaten his bedding in
the car? I wouldn’t put it past him.
He seems to be totally fine when he does his usual supervising at dog training, which tonight is at Hilton.
I head out early, leaving L to a solo lie-in. Today we have
another Crufts Team qualifier that is unnecessary for us as we qualified at the
last heat. Three of the four team members are here so we can at least have a
bit of a practice.
The good news is that after aborting his parkrun yesterday, MD
is showing no sign of any injury. So perhaps it was just his age... or perhaps
he was cleverly saving himself for today.
We go clear in Jumping which is a good start but then we’re
not clear in our two Agility runs. Which doesn’t bode well for the team run as
that is Agility too and that is all we have left to do.
The team run is not a spectacular run by any means. Our
stand-in team member is eliminated, which doesn’t really matter, while the rest
of us amass 15 faults which is actually better than when we qualified but it’s a
much easier course today.
I drop in at Aston on way home to see my folks then pick up ice
creams on the way home under orders from L.
Today we all go to Forest Rec Parkrun including Daughter who
brings a guest with her who’s down from Sheffield. He's training for one of the
Tough Mudders, I’m not sure he’ll find Forest Rec that tough, it certainly won’t
be muddy but he will get a good quality bacon butty.
I record a positively pedestrian 27 minutes mainly because
my dog, MD, decides to become a pedestrian half way around. So either he really
is struggling with injury or he’s struggling with old age.
Then we're at Broadway for the first time in ages, taking in a film for the first time in ages. Summer is a poor time for films of course...
Sofia Coppola's new film ‘The Beguiled’ is either a second
adaptation of Thomas Cullinan’s novel or a remake of the 1971 Clint Eastwood
film of the same name, which ever you prefer.
It’s the late 19th Century in Virginia during the
American Civil War. Waiting out the war in their girl’s school are the
proprietor of this ‘Seminary for Young Ladies’, one teacher and five students.
Everyone else has left.
One day while out in the woods, one of the students, comes
across Corporal John McBurney (Colin Farrell) of the Union Army who has been wounded
in action. She brings him back with her where they lock him in one of the rooms
(for his own safety presumably) while the school’s proprietor Martha Farnsworth
(Nicole Kidman) tends to his wounds.
Oddly Miss Martha decides, in the name of Christian charity,
that they should let his injuries heal before they hand him over to the opposition.
This, obviously, has nothing to do with the fact that Martha, along with the
rest of the all female household, have become immediately smitten with by their
The room is unlocked and McBurney's presence starts to disrupt
the previous calm as they all compete for his attention, giving him presents, cook
meals for him and generally dress to impress.
He repays their affection with affection, although it is
mainly focussed on Martha and the school’s only other ‘adult’ teacher Edwina
Morrow (Kirsten Dunst). Being younger than Martha, Edwina clearly believes that
she is the most appropriate recipient of the Corporal’s attention. Although she
doesn’t take into account Alicia (Elle Fanning), the oldest pupil, who is also determined
to be in the running. The school quickly descends into a mini civil war of its
When he is fit enough to leave, he tries to stay on as their
gardener but Martha, evidently sensing she is losing the war, vetoes that idea.
So instead he declares undying love for Edwina. That could have worked but didn’t,
when she caught him in bed with Alicia. So she pushes him down the stairs,
breaking his leg which Martha then swiftly amputates.
He doesn’t take this well, as you would expect, so they
again lock him in one of the rooms (for their own safety presumably) but he
sweet talks Alicia into letting him out. A seemingly repentant Edwina pursues
him to his room where she throws herself at him.
Martha and the others are cleared hacked off at these
developments and therefore decide to murder him with poisonous mushrooms.
It all sounds quite exciting on paper but believe me, it
wasn’t. It’s such a slow burn, full of pensive
ambiguous scenes, there's absolutely no chance of anything catching fire. It is
far too inoffensive for its own good. Airbrushing war and sex out of a film that
should seemingly be about war and sex. Not to mention racism. A 19th
Century house without coloured staff?
Coppola won Best Director at the Cannes Film Festival for
After the film we visit the Old Angel in Hockley which I
haven’t been to for decades and that would probably have been to see a punk
band. It’s a lot quieter these days but still sort of radical, just in a different
way. Then we move onto spend the rest of the night in the Kean’s Head.
This morning the alarm goes at 4am, that’s earlier than a
dog show, as we head to our second Sunrise City 5.30am 5k run this time in Derby. L runs
with one of her friends, while the boys and I watch. She has the chance to complete
the set with a run in Leicester if she wants... but that might involve an even
I will do my own run later. L questions whether I will talk myself
out of it. As if. The run is not negotiable, unless my calves cancel it of
course but they haven’t done yet.
I run 14km from work to Sandiacre then get the bus home from
there. That is actually the shortest run I can do and still get a regular bus
service home, anything less would leave me waiting half an hour or more for a
bus and with dodgy calves that wouldn’t be good.
After yesterday’s marathon car session, it’s a relief to be
back on the bike this morning.
Lunch is spent in the Brunswick and then later it’s tennis where
the court numbers are back and the highly confusing court names have now gone. I
have no idea what that was all about but I really can’t see why they couldn’t
have had both.
The numbers are even now on the nets as well although I
think that might be temporary while they have the junior Nationals on.
Afterwards we retire to the Crown where L meets us.
Today I’m back in London for a meeting and I meet my boss at
7am at Junction 25 of the M1. After slipping out of the house so early and leaving L asleep
in bed, I later get reprimanded for neglecting my duties as an alarm clock.
Travelling to and from London is the usual traffic hell. In
fact it’s probably worse. It takes us three and half hours to get down there
and four hours to get back.
Then there’s the fact that no one from the actual company we’re
visiting turns up for their own meeting, preferring to leave their three contractors to
it, makes it all a very bizarre day.
When I finally get back home, L is out running around
Forest Rec with Daughter doing a parkrun training run. Sounds like there's some serious
training going on there.
I decide to skip a third night in a row dog training and go
to pick L up instead. I’m actually feeling a bit shattered after all this travel
(a.k.a. sitting around doing nothing for seven and a half hours), so I could have done
with some sleep tonight but Doggo has other ideas with one of his choking fits.
So it’s just like a Monday today with me being in the car and
doing the shopping.
MD is restricted to some gentle football in the garden, in case
he is actually injured but he seems to have perked up no end. So later I take
him dog training again and then afterwards we meet L in the pub for a Dizzy
L comes laden with gifts from her grateful parents for her chauffeuring
duties. There are two bottles of wine and two boxes of chocolates which are
easily divisible. L will have the wine and I’ll get the chocolates.
Only the chocolates don't turn out to be chocolate at all,
so L has those as well.
After last night’s tough velodrome session the legs are
still throbbing away as they do an unexpected Monday excursion to work by bike because L needs the car today to pick her folks up from their cruise.
The bus was tempting but I have a marathon to train for and
I now have two consecutive days in the car coming up.
I’m not sure who looks in the worst state tonight at dog
training, myself or MD, who looks shattered (or injured) but he still gives his all at training.
After last week’s very quiet SQT session at the Velodrome this evening's is
positively busy, double the numbers. Yes, four of us. So really busy.
Just enough to practice the team pursuit but despite the lack of opposition, we are still rubbish and fail to keep it together.
L attempts to sign up for the gym through the new Metro
membership and it actually goes swimmingly. So now she can use the Derby gyms whenever she likes.
There is still no sign of this really good scheme being promoted anywhere, probably because they've now worked out it's going to cost them quite a lot of income. Then again, perhaps it won't if it's marketed right and it pulls new people in.
My Dad doesn’t come to watch this week, so the recovery session is
held at the Horse and Jockey instead of at the Exeter.
Today the boys and I are at Just Dogs Live at the
Peterborough's East of England Showground. I have to be careful not to aggravated my fellow athlete’s
(MD) thigh or else L will put him back on gentle manoeuvres. That wouldn’t do
as we have Crufts Team next week. We have already qualified but we need the
Today he’s jumping well, weaving not so well but I don’t
think that was injury related. In fact, our first two runs were pretty decent apart from the
weaves in both.
Then we record a very nice clear round, including perfect weaves, to finish the day. We finish 2nd and take some notable
scalps.The only downside is waiting ages for the rosette and trophy. Yes, we get a trophy as well and a bag of dog food.
In the evening, L and I spend all night in Crafty Crow.
I heroically cycle in to work this morning and then crawl up the stairs to
L seems to have coped with her run, at least she didn’t seem
to be grimacing as much this morning but that could have been down to the large bottle
of Leffe Brune we shared last night.
She now has the paperwork for her crime (red light jumping)
and questions whether this will effect our insurance premium. I have looked into this
and putting her on the car insurance actually reduces the premium by about £30. Work
that one out... Now with her points, it makes no difference.Work
that one out...
Is today Friday? I think it is, I’m all confused with all my
rescheduling this week. L heads off to the gym to limber up, just in case it is.
There’s no park for MD tonight as my fellow athlete has a
very stiff left thigh which I shall get the ice pack on later.
Cyclist Robert Millar finally confesses to being a woman, about time. He ‘disappeared’ many years ago and would only give interviews by
email. Although several newspapers have stalked him and produced photos of his
new self. Now he’s gone public and Phillippa York will be appearing on ITV4 covering the Tour de
France. I'll look forward to that.
L tells me that yesterday was allegedly National Workaholics
Day but she was too busy working to tell me. No idea if that’s true but it’s a
good pun. Today, also allegedly, is National Kissing Day. Which I think ought
to be celebrated.
I'm in the car again as it’s the final round of the GP series
tonight at Colwick Racecourse. For the first time ever the race starts and
finishes on the Racecourse itself before doing its usual multiple loops around
Colwick Park. L isn't running the race but not to be outdone she runs there, well run-walks as she builds her fitness back up.
This has always been my least favourite of the GP races and
I’m really not sure what my tired legs are going to make of it. L assures me
that the red mist will mask everything.
The route is a loop of the smaller lake followed by a loop of
the whole park, five miles in all, which seems a very long way and it shouldn’t
as I’m supposed to be marathon training but then again I was probably going for
it a tad too much. I don’t quite recreate the heroics of Tuesday but 36:14 isn’t
There’s a post-race bar but not one that offers any decent
beers, so I pick up my series t-shirt even though I’ve only done half a series
and we head to The Dispensary instead.
On the bike today, although I'm surprised my legs still work
after last night.
My colleague at work, who has been trying to get his own 5k time
under 20 minutes and writes each near (and not so near) miss up on his whiteboard,
isn’t in today. So I add my own time to his list. It's not quite as fast as his but
then he does have about 15 years on me.
We now have new neighbours, who are apparently a couple from
down south who have moved up here to be near to their son who is at Uni here. Really? Aren’t you supposed to move in the opposite direction when your kids
are at Uni?
Daughter is recommending Radio 4 programmes to me. Apparently
she listens to it at work and there was program on this morning comparing the
decline of golf with the rise of cycling that she thought I might like. I’ve missed
the live broadcast so I get it on iplayer instead.
L has always fancied Radio 4’s A Book at Bedtime but
I guess she’d never stay awake through it.
Doggo seems to be eating breakfast at the moment, largely
because he seems to like the new food I have got him. The thing is it’s his
usual stuff just in a different, more interesting shape. Like alphabetti
spaghetti rather than plain ordinary spaghetti. Do they still make that? anyhow, I’m
sure he’ll get bored of it soon.
Today I’m in the car and doing the shopping, just like a
The evening isn’t like a typical Monday though as we head to
the Victoria Embankment for the third round of the GP series which is a 5k. I
have of course missed the first two rounds due to being in London but I’m quite
pleased with how this one goes.
It’s a rather dull flat route on the tarmac paths on the river
side of the Embankment that takes us up to Trent Bridge from the centre of the
Embankment, then up to the Toll Bridge, then back to Trent Bridge again before
finishing back in the centre. 20:44. I haven’t ran that fast in years.
Something that never happens has happened. Sky have just announced the first batch of TV games and
Derby’s game with Hull has been moved to the Friday. I was going to miss that
one as we’re off to the Great North Run but now I can go!
I reschedule my week due to the two remaining GP runs which
I should be able to make. I bike today and save doing the shopping until tomorrow.
The only problem is I’m not used to cycling on a Monday
after an SQT Session and I’m slightly surprised that the legs allowed me to do it.
After plans for a ‘North Midlands’ region collapsed, Derby
and Nottingham vowed to still work together on some of things that would have been united under that plan. Folk have apparently demanded integrated travel and leisure
services between the two cities or that might just have been me submitting
dozens of forms.
Anyhow, they have now launched their ‘Metro’ partnership, as
they call it, which will now enable anyone with a Derby Leisure Card to use Nottingham’s
Leisure Centres and vice versa. This was however buried half way down an
obscure council email full of stuff that no one really wants to know about, so
no one ever reads down that far in their emails except me obviously. So they
may not have wanted anyone to know about it but I’ve told everyone.
I print off a couple of forms and we attack the situation
from both angles. L takes her form into John Carroll in Nottingham, I take mine
in to Derby Arena.
At John Carroll, it’s the first they've had and it flummoxes
them. They’ll let L know when they’ve got it sorted.
I have a similar situation at the Arena but they were a bit
more helpful and were fighting over me to see who got to do their first one. They
think its sorted and they have now cancelled my gym membership in Derby, as its now
unnecessary and Nottingham is not only much cheaper butincludes swimming as well. So I probably
won’t get in next time I try to use the gym.
In theory though, now for less money, I can swim in Derby
too. If they had any pools of course. I think they still have one somewhere.
Nothing on today other than nursing a hangover and then
later an SQT Session at Derby Velodrome. Which obviously is enough to totally
finish me off on a normal night but when only two people turn up...
After a warm up we do a session that includes various bursts of 250m, 500m or 1000m flat out with three lap warm downs and off track rests in between. It's exhausting.
It takes two pints in the Exeter afterwards to
Today the boys and I are at a new dog show, run by a new
organisation called Whizz Dogs at a new venue of Ashover Showground in Derbyshire.
Showground is a bit of an overstatement, it’s a field and a very rutted one at
Our first run is good until we messed up the weaves,
which was probably a bit of both our faults. Then we had a tunnel problem in run two
which MD can solely take the blame for. It sort of goes on like that. Four
runs, no clears. We were close a few times but no cigar.
L returns to parkrunning this morning and actually runs rather than being
a tailrunner, arole that has now been
renamed to reflect more what is involved. e.g. It now called ‘tailwalker’.
She finds out that after so many different parkruns you’re
eligible for a buff. She only has 43, so is in need of a few more.
They are not official but a company called
Giraffe are selling them to anyone who is on their ‘Most Events’ table. I had
no idea such a think existed.
The ‘Most Events’ table shows those who have done more than
20 different parkruns and L is on it. Later we sort her out with one of the buffs which have
cows on them, we know not why.
We have a night out in Canning Circus namely the Falcon, the
Blue Monkey and the Borlase.