Running like Clockwork

When we walked into the services, Tim was about as muddy as it's possible to be. He was so muddy that a family got up and moved when we sat down. Or it could've been cos I was still wearing eye-liner. Who knows?

It was Hellrun this morning, and as they've been using pictures off us to advertise for the last few years, we thought it was about time to Hellrun again. There are two rules for cross-county races:

1. Wear fancy dress. This is a no-brainer. If you wear lycra and you're rubbish you look like a fool. If you wear fancy dress and do well you look like a hero.

2. If you're going to get muddy start as pristine as possible.

We went dressed as droogs. We beat more people than beat us.

Oi, people we beat. You were dressed in brand new waterproof ironman gubbins. I was wearing a 99p boiler suit and bowler hat. You belong to running clubs and did training and slurped energy gel; I ate a bacon sandwich for breakfast. Shame on you.