They're on again Sunday and Monday night, 7.30pm. Lovely. Do go. I liked the conductor dressed like Inspector Gadget.


The Curmudgeon ran the half-marathon today in waaaaay less than 2 hours. He is truly extraordinary, rock and roll, and fleet of feet. See if you can spot him among the 8,500 people in the event:


Where's Wally?

Me no run this year. My back troubles continue and I will probably resort to some kind of quackery to get some relief. I used to go to an osteopath but fired them once they expanded the business to include truly ludicrous 'health' treatments (Iridology! Homeopathy! Crystal-reiki-halo-aura-massage-doctors-are-bad stupidity!) and became the sorts of people I wanted nothing to do with. But can you march into a quack's office and interrogate them on their degree of quackery? I suppose so. It is my money. Customer always right and all that.


Finally, in continuing crochetmania, I scored a big bag of emboidery wool at the op shop and set about to make myself a hat from about 24,153 different colours. Modelled here by Family Heirloom David, who is also enjoying custodianship of the Curmudgeon's 10km medal from last year and 21.1km medal from this year.