Sooooo yeah. A 42 year old man walks into a Bay City Rollers concert...
Meets a bunch of nutters, has lovely time with wife, and then walks out before David Essex shows up.
As it happened, there was a policy decision somewhere up among the transport gods, an a decree came down to Man on tablets of stone, written by the finger of Gerroutofit, Chief Conductor of the gods. And he wrote:
Neither shall there be any buses from Cardiff to Merthyr on Sundays, nor shall the trains run all the way up the valley after 8.30 at night, for that would make Man complacent in his ability to get the fuck about the place, and that's the thin end of the wedge, you mark my words.
So we spent much of yesterday making complex plans to get a train halfway after the, and call out Ma for a Pontypridd pickup. But as it happened, when d asked a techie guy at the concert what time the Rollers were on, they turned out to be opening the show (surely some mistake there, but it worked in our favour), and they'd be done and off the stage by 8 o'clock. So we stomped, we sang, we met some Welsh nutters who, on hearing her accent and her stories of previous Rollermania, gave her a tartan scarf to come away with. Great time. Then we made the executive decision to give Gerroutofit the finger and catch his last train out of Dodge, in spite of his decree against Valleys enjoyment. Have been singing Rollers classics all day today!
Did no exercise of any particular note yesterday, and ate, Porridge, one bowl, with semi-skimmed milk, and baked pasta, with ricotta cheese, one fairly heaping portion. Oh, and two plums and an apple.
So - we'll see whether the pastafest kicks me in the Nazi Scales tomorrow morning.
Today has been another Starbucks day - and you know what? Tomorrow's going to be another! Sue me.
Walked the six miles this morning with Ma though, and that highlighted a thing I've been aware of for some time now.
The Gestapo Phone, which has a step counter, mileometer and calorie counter built into a single handy app...is...mental.
There's no consistency to it whatsoever. One day the six miles will register as six miles, 13,000 steps and roughly six hundred calories burned. That, I have to say, makes some sort of sense to me, having compared its readings with some other sites that do this kind of measurement. This morning, we were at the halfway point, when it was registering nearly 9000 steps, 5.2 miles and about 900 calories. By the time we got home, it was telling me I'd walked 18,000 steps, nearly 11 miles and burned over 2000 calories. See? Mental?
Now it's possible that what I'm sure is a fairly simple step-counter and stride monitor gives you more "steps" if you take them at speed, burning more calories, and technically amounting to a greater distance travelled, despite not in actual fact travelling any further. Certainly today's walk was done in an hour and a half, rather than the hour and 50 minutes that was usual last week, so maybe that accounts for some of it. The easier, more casual explanation though is that the phone is barking mad.
Today, offset against however many calories the walk actually burned, I've had three Weetabix with semi-skimmed milk, one sausage buttie, 400 calories, and probably about 1200 calories of decaff skinny latte.
And on we go to tomorrow and the weigh-in. Here's hoping for my regulation 2lb, to mean I've officially lost half a stone in two weeks.
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