Sunday, April 23, 2006

London Marathon

Rob sails past with a mere seven more miles of nipple-chafing to go.

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Jamie said...

Wow. I'm amazed you spotted him.

Got shitty fucking Ham Sandwich for lunch. Crap.

Rob said...

Damn it.... you could have photoshopped that pic of me! No wonder a vicar threw holy water over me at mile 8. He probably thought I was possessed.

Thanks for making it along with Alison! It was a big distraction from the realisation that I wasn't even halfway through and was beginning to suffer from the onset of a 'shocked nipple'.

Can't move now and I'm as stiff as the tin man. All I need is a Texas farmgirl by the name of Dorethy to relieve me.

If anyone still wants to sponsor me and support the charity Shelter please visit my site at

Will, your blog is a trifle wry...