Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
righty. A couple of things:
1) I went out to the Nottingham Triathlon Club's open water swimming session at Colwick Water this evening. You might remember that the last time I put on my wetsuit and went out into a lake, I got the fear, and nearly stopped. With the London Triathlon now about a month away, I'm running out of time to get myself ready to swim 1500m in open water. The session was pretty good; everyone was very friendly, but most importantly I went out and swam the distance across the lake and back twice (probably about 1600m). It wasn't perfect by any means, but I was able to breathe okay and felt relatively comfortable. Things are looking up. I'll be back next week for more practice. My partner at the triathlon, the Ultimate Olympian, has yet to get a wetsuit - nevermind get out into open water. My advice? Pull your finger out mate!
2) The Coldplay lyric competition. Well, frankly I think you have excelled yourselves. I have to tell you that I wasn't really expecting anybody to have a go at this.... (I tried and got a bit bored quite quickly). In the end though, no fewer than 8 of you had a go, and the standard was surprisingly good. There can only be one winner though, so step forward and claim your prize....... John. The judges did enjoy the crazy frog reference, but they liked the rhyming of flew with flue, knew with new, two with tu, board with bored, bored with keyboard, pane with pain... That's amazingly creative and yet staggeringly unimaginative all at the same time. Chris Martin would be proud.
I'm off to see the real thing in Bolton tomorrow in the company of Flash and Lord Bargain. I've been looking forward to it. I'll try not to go on about it too much when I get back. They hardly need the publicity at the moment, do they?
Um. That's your lot.
1) I went out to the Nottingham Triathlon Club's open water swimming session at Colwick Water this evening. You might remember that the last time I put on my wetsuit and went out into a lake, I got the fear, and nearly stopped. With the London Triathlon now about a month away, I'm running out of time to get myself ready to swim 1500m in open water. The session was pretty good; everyone was very friendly, but most importantly I went out and swam the distance across the lake and back twice (probably about 1600m). It wasn't perfect by any means, but I was able to breathe okay and felt relatively comfortable. Things are looking up. I'll be back next week for more practice. My partner at the triathlon, the Ultimate Olympian, has yet to get a wetsuit - nevermind get out into open water. My advice? Pull your finger out mate!
2) The Coldplay lyric competition. Well, frankly I think you have excelled yourselves. I have to tell you that I wasn't really expecting anybody to have a go at this.... (I tried and got a bit bored quite quickly). In the end though, no fewer than 8 of you had a go, and the standard was surprisingly good. There can only be one winner though, so step forward and claim your prize....... John. The judges did enjoy the crazy frog reference, but they liked the rhyming of flew with flue, knew with new, two with tu, board with bored, bored with keyboard, pane with pain... That's amazingly creative and yet staggeringly unimaginative all at the same time. Chris Martin would be proud.
I'm off to see the real thing in Bolton tomorrow in the company of Flash and Lord Bargain. I've been looking forward to it. I'll try not to go on about it too much when I get back. They hardly need the publicity at the moment, do they?
Um. That's your lot.
posted by swisslet @ 21:31
3 Comments:
At 10:19 pm,
Flash said…
Damn I thought I had it with the cranium line! *graciously*
At 12:25 am,
Damo said…
I haven't checked, but I hope you didn't include me in that count of 8 with my peripheral ramblings!
At 10:22 am,
John McClure said…
Fair's fair - I'm clearly the best out of us. Truth be told, I tried writing some music to go with my efforts at the weekend, but it would seem that my modus operandi for writing songs is to work in the other direction (nice chords first, then meaningless clichéed lyrics over the top).
Of course, Chris Martin has now moved on to [instrumental + Status Quo joke], so really my efforts are already looking a bit dated. What was the prize? I've forgotten.
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