It's jogging or yogging, it might be a soft j

I'm currently just getting over the shock of having to dust down my wallet and pay for the privilege of running round Berlin. Hooper has managed to work her computer despite her alter ego's (Natalie) midweek appearance and we are now properly registered for this bout of lunacy. Moustache Max is doing his registration dreckly. Happy/frightening days indeed...

Anyway, amazing marathon fact number 2: It's really really difficult

I ate a big red candle...

... I didn't really.

I just worked out that a marathon is the equivalent distance of approximately 280,000 sandwiches lined up next to each other. That's far.

More amazing marathon facts to follow.

Oh and it's looking like Berlin on 26th September. Crikey.

That escalated quickly

Whilst coming to terms with my erratic promise of running to the sun/doing a marathon (roughly the same distance I understand) I received an email from a pal with a ludicrous moustache. It turns out he also fancies partaking in the event. As Ruth most eloquently put it, she went from "crying into her shoes to having two running buddies". The addition of Max (aka Minimum) to the event is a most welcome one and doubles the amount of potential idiocy over the next few months which can only be a good thing.

At present we are looking at a couple of European marathons and trying to find out about entrance/sponsorship etc. Fingers crossed we can make either Amsterdam or Berlin.

In other non marathon news, I scored one of the greatest 8 a side football goals ever tonight. This is a fact. However whatever music I'm listening to now sounds like the theme tune to Grange Hill. Still as long as I don't have more dreams about exploding wheelie bins on Clapham Common it'll be just triffick.

I immediately regret this decision

I'm not renowned for being particularly bright or what not and tonight's sequence of events have done little to help this reputation. In short, a good friend of mine, more commonly known as Ruth/Hoops/Natalie, was due to be running the London marathon (one of her 'pre-30' ideas... she's much older than me) for charity. Unfortunately, it turns out part of her leg is rubbish and therefore can't do the London one and is somewhat disappointed (to say the least) about the whole affair. For some inexcusable reason, I have offered to make up for the fact that she can't do the London one by doing whichever other one she decides to do this year. This should provide entertainment for all but me. This, I fear, is a massive error.

The title of the blog was my immediate reaction to what I had just promised to do.