pedometer

on days when i do my weekly run i hit 25000 steps on my pedometer.

wink hotel

Bloody hell,  locked myself out of my apartment,  resorted to spending a night at a nearby capsule hostel.

The little place is tastefully done up.  I got a berth/compartment instead of a air tight capsule I had imagined.  Although the curtain safeguarded my privacy,  it was not sound proof at all;  spending a night at such a place meant you'd get only REM sleep as you'd be constantly awoken by fellow backpackers going in and out, chatting, crying, turning on their beds,  etc.

I did note that white girls wore very little when they slept.

thinking about it only makes it worse

It took me a very long time to slog through this book my David Mitchell.   While it is a proper book it is just a unrelated collection of articles ranting about popular culture and current affairs.  As it was written 4-5 years ago a lot of it has become rather irrelevant.

I admire and thoroughly enjoy the sacarsm and witticism,  it's Bristish to the core.  I am tempted to re-read it just to make some of the outrageously smart and funny lines mine.

Or perhaps I should let it go and read a new one,  I have a long reading list after all.

The Ceroc and I

Ceroc is French for 'let's rock';  a popular partner dance in Europe particularly the UK.

I have been grappling with dancing for an embarrassing number of years.  While I knew enough moves to complete a dance which may even impress non dancers,  my timing was all off as I paid no attention to the music beat.  Without musicality dancing is just prancing.  I couldn't call myself a dancer, hell no.

After a hiatus of self discovery in that department I think I finally hear the music.  I think I may have come to terms with dancing to the music.  My ceroc dance after months away was mostly on beat.  Feeling kind of excited to see how the rest unfolds.

Some action from last year.  I was such a non worthy participant.  I scored top marks in the fun department though.
https://vimeo.com/195082776