Diary of an up and coming sociopath

As we’re all aware, when I’m not writing here or on Planet X-Men, I’m writing on NTS. In fact, most recently, I’m writing a review of New Super Mario Bros. on NTS.

This morning we got up at some obscenely early time (9:30am) and went to Gunnersbury park so that Nikki could take part in the race for life, though all I had to do was get out of bed and accompany her. It was pissing down, so while she undertook a 5 kilometre run/jog/walk I was standing in the rain lending moral support by way of drinking a cup of what bore some loose resemblance to tea. I did go on to find shelter until a tree so it was actually pretty comfortable. Better than running anyway.

It’s a totally female race, which means not only are there no men, but there’s also no competitiveness, it’s only for fun and everyone gets a medal. Sort of a first place is the first loser situation. During the announcements we were told both that 1 in 3 people get cancer, and that 1 in 3 people never hand their charity money in after doing the race. They didn’t outright state it, but I think it’s pretty clear what the implication was there. Even though it’s over, on the off chance you support cancer research (and let’s face it, with the NHS in the state it is, we need as much money pumped into this shit as possible so that the cures are actualyl affordable when the cancer comes to take our brains) you can add some sponsorship to her here.

When we got back, Nikki had a bath and I cooked us a chicken roast dinner so great even I was impressed with it, and for someone like me who eats them quite a lot, that makes it very good. While cooking it we agreed that there could not be too many roast potatoes, though we later discovered that there were indeed, too many roast potatoes.