Friday 5:05 p.m.
The first time I ran up the hill on Clermiston Road down in Costorphine was around 1978. I stayed in Roseburn Terrace then with Jerry and that was after my second eviction in a series of three.
The five hills up to Queen Street are quite tasty and the back side of Arthur's Seat might give you pause for thought, but the prince of hills is the one that goes up Clermiston Road. I probably haven't run up that hill for twenty years, but I ran up it today. There and back took 1 hour 40 minutes. Twenty years ago I could do that run in 1 hour 10 minutes, so it's probably nine miles.
The old, toothless one was not with me today. I think he might have been getting taken to see the nursing homes of the future. I don't think he remembers running up Clermiston Road though he and moi and the Big Jambo ran up it every Sunday for years in the 1980s.
I think there might a correlation between hair loss and memory loss. The old, toothless one has hardly a hair on his head, and any that survive are just the wee lonesome grey ones the old codgers have.Just looking at him, you know he can't have long to go.
Anyway, his marbles are definitely going, so I might be able to con him into leaving me his collection of pornographic DVDs when he snuffs it. I could get him to sign a will before challenging him to a race up yon hill. Then just stand there after GO and watch him run up it like a maniac before keeling over half way.
The progeny of the evil bourgeois are very competitive!
I think I'll smoke the first joint of the day and have a wee lie down!
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My auld granny used to say as you get older the roots of your hair get longer.
If they grow down and hit gray matter they turn gray.
If they hit nothing, they fall out.
Right now I'm pretty happy to be able to walk half a mile on the flat with out sticks. I can't even imagine your hill. Well done you.
Marie! It's horses for courses! Youre half mile might seem a lot longer than what we're doing. Hotboy
If you were sharing with Jerry Dorman it's no wonder you got evicted.
Albert? Don't think I ever spoke to the boy! Jerrry did though.
It doesn't surpprise me Jerry was talking to himself. Acid psychosis.
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