No I didn't marry Joolska (only met her twice!), but I think you're right that she was a tab cox too. The new Mrs Tmap is not a runner but I've started joining in her karate circuits and they make me realise that there are plenty of sports just as tough as running.
Hi there forum types. Am a bit concerned about having a confusing ID now what with all the Tmoths and Tmusses and whatever, but hey.
Planning a comeback, not least because otherwise it's hard not to be about a stone overweight, and none of my "slim fit" shirts fit me any more. And because I miss it.
Plus I got re-married on New Year's Eve in Vegas so the home life has settled down again. She's a Cambridge cox (CharlieW and others take note) but she's nevertheless quite nice, although boat race day will be a feisty one.
Eh up Phil. Gosh, it's oddly nice to be back here.
The new girl is a bit of a single malt snob - we visited Lagavullin and Caol Ila. I've never been a spirits drinker at all really but I can see the point. My old man always used to say to just stick to beer as it's hard to become a real alcoholic - it's not like I get home at night and think "ooh I think I'll drink six pints of lager all by myself" whereas it's easy to drink that kind of equivalent in whisky. Especially with chocolate. Mmmmm....
Once I've settled into single life or perhaps even (don't tell anyone) settled in with the new one it's a habit I'll need to get out of. Still, on the other hand now I've ditched the wife at least I don't smoke any more. It got to the point where I more or less had to to be able to spend any time with her. It's been a rather difficult year...
Just popping in to say jolly well done to Marigold.
Obviously that's just British understatement at work there. I was in Islay in Scotland having my dinner when I heard about it and it made me cry with happiness right there in a restaurant. Which is a bit weird for someone I've only really met two or three times, but these forums make for strangely fond connections sometimes, don't they?
Obviously not fond enough to divert me away from Islay whisky distillery tours / roasting marshmallows on a beach with my new girl, mind you. Was quite close to Glasgow as the crow flies, so perhaps that counts.