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The ordinary man is involved in action, the hero acts. An immense difference.

Ezra and Archie trying out for the Dons.

People who read the tabloids deserve to be lied to.

Take the hill. Geilston Bay, March 2013. Cider With Rosie , Laurie Lee: An account of Lee's childhood in a small village in Gloucestershire, England in the immediate post-WWI War period. Sweet and fresh, if a little meandering, you can see why this one has resonated with people. C+ .

I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!

Henry doesn't even know who Bob Beamon is...

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

In the spirit of multiple photographs, have another two...

Repartee is something we think of twenty-four hours too late.

Henry's hundred metre splits have been reasonably good since the carnival, but he has a tendency to not lift his knees high enough when he hits the seventy-ninth/ eightieth rep. I'm finding that the electric shock do encourage him, but he's developing a bit of a nervous twitch that I think might impinge upon his reaction times upon starting. We must find a new 'rehabilitation' technique...