I know I promised that I’d do the whole AvP thing before the weekend. What can I say? I’m the Prince of Darkness and my promises mean nothing. You’ll get it, don’t worry and hopefully it will be worth it! Hell, if I manage to actually finish writing out how Predator is a metaphor for a mid-life crisis and infertility then it’ll definitely be worth it.

In the mean time, I’m recovering from having a small operation on my occular implants. I spent most of the mid-morning strapped to a chair with Clockwork Orange style clamps turning my eyelids inside out and a crazed, wild haired doctor* brandishing needles and scalpels in the vicinity of my glazzies. It all seems to be okay and as far as I can tell, the gunk oozing over my cheekbone was neither vitreous or aqueous in it’s composition so that’s alright then.

And finally: I took part in my first race of the year on Sunday - a five mile multi-terrain run around some local woods. Very hilly, very muddy, lots of fun. Managed it in a respectable time for me so am pleased with that, despite feeling like I was going to have coronary failure half way round.

What have you been up to?

*In truth he was a rather charming young doctor, clean shaven and well mannered enough to call me “sir”. More importantly, he had a very steady hand.