As Shaun Dodges A Bullet

A Bullet, Similar To The One Dodged By Shaun.

I woke up this morning tired and depressed. Tired because I had a pizza at Primi Piatti in Claremont the evening before, which caused my stomach to experience Shock and Awe, and depressed because I ran out of Two Ply, and am now the owner of zero handkerchiefs. Thank you Primi Piatti, thank you.

Was cheered up slightly however, by the news that The Great Two Oceans Challenge has now been cancelled.

A bitterly disappointed The Gupster informed me that we had procrastinated on the whole registration process, resulting in us missing out as the list is now full. This was all part of my master plan, as my false bravado belied the fact that I was literally shitting bricks, which I had begun using to build a little bed and breakfast establishment on the Green Point Common. My plans to enter the hospitality industry for 2010 have thus been shelved for the tiime being, but at least it means I won’t be dying on the road now, which had begun looking like a real possibilty.

So The Great Two Oceans Challenge has now been pushed back to next year, giving me the chance to start exercising, and maybe cutting down on drinking (two bottles of vodka every morning) and smoking (I eat cigarettes when I’m feeling peckish, dipping them in Welington’s Sweet Chilli Sauce for extra tang).