I recently wrote a piece about design culture for the Craft event in Manchester... It was only right that i went to the event to check it out
The stuff you see walking around Manchester... Love this city!
A lot that's the short answer.
As of last week, I've been a happily married man for 1 year... This means that I'm by no means a seasoned pro at all of this married life, husband stuff just yet - I’m still learning the ropes as it were; and this post is just what I personally have found out since saying "I do".
It's been far too long since i took the push plank out for a roll.
Yep, you heard it here first. You're welcome!
A couple of days before Christmas, we had to take Batfink to the vets for what, at the time we thought would've been something mundane. He'd somehow developed a bit of a bloated stomach over a couple of days and we wanted to get him checked out before the Christmas shut down and get him something to sort his little podge out.
Famous last words. With evenings' getting longer, weather getting warmer and more people picking up cycling on a daily basis... night's out on 2 wheels are coming thick and fast at the moment. It's always fun to test out the new fixed gear riders legs on some of the local hills. There's always that sadistic niggle in the back of their minds which makes them wonder whether their legs can handle some of the bigger climbs nearby.
With BBQ season now in full swing, well at least in our house it is; the Perkins' fridge is always stocked with all of the necessary ingredients and accoutrement to make burgers.
Longer evenings, warmer weather and some sunshine in places; There's only one thing for it... BBQ!
As of today (Monday 18th April) i no longer have stretched earlobes. I've been carrying my 30mm stretched lobes on the sides of my face for the just over the last decade or so. For the past few years i've been toying with the idea of having them cut off and stitched up but never really gone any further than just thinking about it.
That was until today... today i went under the knife and had my lobes stitched up.
Due to this type of surgery being an immediately visible one and the end result being quite a different look to what i've had since my early teens, it took me quite a while to find a surgeon who i trusted implicitly with the task of chopping my earlobes off. I found a surgeon called Mr Argawal. Mr Argawal works out of a few different places around and about but i met him at Fulwood Hall hospital in Preston. From our initial conversations, it was quite apparent that he knew exactly what i wanted and he was just on it with what i wanted to achieve with my surgery.
Due to the amount of time spent looking around for the exact surgeon that i wanted to do my ears, time was most definitely not on my side for the healing of them before our wedding. At the time of the consultation, there was just over 10 weeks till i would be tying the knot with my fiancè. I was pretty worried about this, thinking that i was going to be left with dirty, big, 'orrible wounds or scars across my earlobes for my big day but Mr Argawal was more than confident that they'd be healed in time and so, just like that, i was booked in for surgery!
The statement "Strava or it didn't happen" has echoed round the cycling community for a long time now. It's one of those statements that people seem to laugh off yet still take massively seriously.
When i was in my "prime" cycling phase, i would even Strava a simple trip to the shops and then quickly rush to upload my ride to the internet, compare it with others and analyse that sprint segment or hill climb to within an inch of its life so that i could try and shave even a second off my commute or quick blast to the shops for a bottle of milk.
The only problem with doing this is that i ended up treating cycling as a sport in totally the wrong way.
I wasn't training for anything in particular, i wasn't even thinking about going into even hobbyist racing, i just had a healthy want to see a progression in my cycling and i generally just wanted to get quicker than i was at that moment. As far as i was concerned, there was no problem doing this except for when it started to take the fun out cycling for me.
For me personally, cycling had become more of a dick measuring exercise rather than the enjoyable experience that i had come to love over the years
My commutes had turned into a one man race to beat himself every day, my Sunday ride outs with friends turned into an all out assault to get to that particular days cafè stop faster than i ever had before and the very rare "relaxing ride", was heading towards a pace that i would've considered brisk a few months earlier. I mean, the more you do something the better you become at it in most cases so naturally this was going to happen.