Waste coat

The woman opposite me wears monotonous clothing. The woman opposite me
is silently offensive. The spotted waistcoat type thing is an attempt
at quirkiness but fails to deliver. The knitted waistcoat type thing
reeks of Sue Ryder. The woman opposite me wears two waistcoat type
things. I do not purport nor pertain to have any knowledge of fashion
nor how to dress stylishly. The woman opposite me is equally
unqualified.

The woman opposite me is dressed head to toe in off black. It is a
colour that can only be attained through repetitive washing or
purchased from a vintage shop.

The woman opposite me is beige.

So Many Levels of Awesome - Level 2

So Many Levels of Awesome - Level 1

Nursing a hangover with an airbed in the shade on a warm breezy day.
With a pillow.

Waddock Hunt

You know me. Actually, maybe you don't as the readership seems to have
changed somewhat of late. Whereas before it was mainly friends and
family who I would drunkenly insist visited my blog to try solicit
feedback and page views, now it seems that I have a variety of
Lithuanians and Russians who are avid readers. The cynical side of me
suspects its some sort of trawling trojan based in Moscow and Ljubiana

Totally awesome

I've started using the word 'awesome' with no apparent irony,
affected American accent or embarrassment. This appears to be my
personal legacy from London 2012.

While there are still six days to go, my own Olympics is slowing down.