I always thought I'd be a grown up when I grew up

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Now I'm off to listen to Bowie :)

ETA: Yarn Harlot has the best pictures. The particular one I mean is called "Jacob's great shirt" - you'll know it when you see it :)

Next time I have a bloody stupid idea, somebody remind me about this one.

On the bright side, being unable to breathe meant I couldn't run fast enough to make my legs ache too badly.

Anyway; round about 1 hour 19 mins, less whatever time the clock was showing by the time I got across the start line. Not bad, considering. It's not too late to sponsor me (please?). I might not have been caught on camera (at least, not the bits the BBC showed) but I did get my name & corset mentioned in the scrolling banner along the bottom of the screen (at about 5.15, on top of a bloke in a Pink Panther costume...).

It rained, lots. I'm very glad I was with the Marie Curie people, and had a tent to stand in beforehand, and that I'd got changed at the gym and so had access to a hot shower and hairdryers (very useful for drying out squelchy socks).

The course had been tweaked slightly from when the maps were sent out; I didn't have to run past Bentley, but instead Bauer Millett around 100 yards from the finishing line. Any further back & I'd have stopped to lick the window; there was a Morgan Roadster (not to mention the red Corvette) behind all the crowds...

If I keep this gym lark up, I'd like to aim for an hour next year (without corset).

Mmmm, James Martin :) Even if I didn't ever want to know what Anthiny Worrall Thompson looks like naked.

Petrolheads has done one Good Thing. It's reminded me how much I like Chris Barrie, and for that I'll put up with an awful lot of Neil Morrissey.

Evidence that I am, despite behaviour, a Girl - I'm fretting about what to wear to the Classic Car & Bike show at the Ally Pally next weekend. If I'd started thinking earlier, I'd have stopped eating & taken my pvc jeans, but they're - er - straining at the seams atm, and I *really* don't want them to go in a Large Arena. I *could* do the vintage thing, but (a) it's daytime, so my spotty circle skirt's a little OTT, and (b) I can't get into the wiggle dress. The Big Goth PVC Skirt of Doom could work (people would hear me coming) but would need heels to make sure it didn't get trodden on. Or there's the short blue skirt, which I might not be able to fasten. ANd what do I wear with whatever I choose? Oh, the trial of being a girl...

Arse. Big arse, atm.

And I don't appear to have rinsed my hair properly. It's turning my fingers blue.