Afternoon Dear Reader,

FLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH

No I haven’t passed out on my keyboard, although that is a distinct possibility seen as I am blimmin knackered.  That is the written equivalent of the noise I make when I think about last weekend.

FLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH

There is is again.

It loosely translates as the word you say when you would happily peel your own skin off it it meant you could go back in time and not do the embarrassing thing that made you go FLARGH in the first place.

Now you may be surprised to know that there are quite a lot of things I have done that I am particularly embarrassed about.  (Alright not that many!). Most of them involve Tina Turner, alcohol, public places, or a combination of all three.

This time, however, my anxiety relates to the British Adult Ice Skating Championships 2016.

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