“…it talks to me”. Appropriate lines for Cape Town’s impending winter.
And the opening lyrics from a-ha’s Stay On These Roads, the title track of their third album from 1988.
Still one of my favourite tracks, even though the “big” hit off the album was the James Bond theme The Living Daylights (starring Timothy Dalton and Maryam d’Abo, sliding down an alpine mountain in a cello case and meaning that the music was the only reason to watch the film).
Yeah, like I said earlier this week, it’s almost midwinter in Cape Town, but that doesn’t mean that the kids don’t need their exercise.
Thus, we braved the conditions and headed to the cycle paths of Tokai Forest, where we re-enacted the Isle of Man TT as I tried to keep up with the boy, who was in the mood for speed this afternoon.
Not the Rand. That’s buggered.
No, I’m taking about my ankle.
Here is the result of my first run, “just” 4 months, 11 days and 5 hours after that fateful pothole related incident in January.
Slow and short, sure, but with no fitness and absolutely no confidence whatsoever, and on the wet, slippery, uneven pavements of Wynberg; yeah, I’ll settle for that.
The ankle seems fine, but pretty much everything else is stiff and sore.
Tomorrow is going to bring a world of pain. But I really don’t care. 😉
Sharing this gorgeous image of the TT fireworks over Douglas Bay in the Isle of Man:
from Jan Tréger.
We’ve all got to go at some point, and that’s my justification for sharing this wikipedia page entitled:
In there, you’ll find a man who dropped a screwdriver into some plutonium (oops), a man who stabbed a war elephant (yes, there’s such a thing) in the belly and died when it fell – dead – on top of him and and ancient Greek lawmaker, who was smothered to death by gifts of cloaks showered upon him by appreciative citizens at a theatre.
I particularly like the possible explanation for this one, from 336 AD:
Arius, presbyter of Alexandria, is said to have died of sudden diarrhea followed by copious hemorrhaging and anal expulsion of the intestines while he walked across the imperial forum in Constantinople.
He may have been poisoned.
While there’s no specific evidence of poisoning, I think we can safely assume that there was something amiss to cause this incident. It’s not the sort of thing that happens on a regular basis around any of the town squares I have visited.