I'M DOING THE AUCKLAND MARATHON!!!!



  • Yikes!! I'm too bloody impulsive.

    I got the email as I did the 1/4 last year and so I paid for the full marathon and a training guide!!!

    2 of November is kick-off!!!  Already nervous but I will conquer this and enjoy it!!!

    Ran 7 k the other night, and reckon I could have kept going for the next 35k........  IN PRISON!!!!



  • Will update on training.

    Tonight was 3 chicken legs, scalloped potatoes and Beans.  K's ran = 0  :happy:



  • Washed down with how many beers?

    Good luck, and keep up the training diary so I can figure out whether it is ever worth running further than 10kms  :happy:



  • Completely Sober!!! No idea what spurred me on to do so, except that I would like to accomplish one.  Was going to book the hlf so I could run over the bridge but then though I had 7 months to train so I would go the whole hog



  • Good on you Hooroo, that's a tough task you've taken on.

    Make sure you find out what sort of plan will get your to the end without injuring the fark out of yourself. Don't pull a Jade Goody!



  • No, I will definitely be training properly.  I have purchased a training plan especially suited for me and will stick to it.

    I'm really looking forward to it all at the moment.



  • Suggest you get some sponsorship for a charity or something to keep you going on cold, wet, long nights. Helps to have extra motivation for something like that.



  • [quote]I'M DOING THE AUCKLAND MARATHON!!!![/quote]

    Didn't you do it last year, Kerre Woodham?



  • [quote name='Kirwan']
    Suggest you get some sponsorship for a charity or something to keep you going on cold, wet, long nights. Helps to have extra motivation for something like that.

    [/quote]

    Great idea but I can't bring myself to ask others for contributions.  Maybe I can get another motivator somehow apart from the want to complete it. Hmmmm



  • Doing a 6 week Vibra-Train course starting tonight.  can't really tell you much about it really.  Was more of a sucker for good advertising and it's nice and close to home.

    They take all your diminsions though and fat tests etc so that will be a nice comparison after 6 weeks



  • Perhaps we could change your name to 'PUSSY, the poster previously known as Hooroo' on the Fern for starters...

    Good on you though, you are mad!!



  • Didn't you like it when you tried it??  I thought it was intense.

    We'll see after 6 weeks though as they take all my measurement tomorrow and I won't be running properly until after this course.



  • 177 days to go and my first week of training has been a shambles.

    KM's ran = 0
    Food intake = Copius
    Exercise = somewhat
    Excuses = 1 (I had a cold and had a couple of days off work. Man Cold, maybe, but a cold none the less)

    I can hear the smirks of those that shook their heads when I announced I will be doing this Marathon.  Well fear not my dear readers, I have done something this week.  I have managed a full body analysis and joined a 6 week Vibra-Train course which is essentially a machine that shakes the shit out of until you figure that it is best to just go out and start running for yourself.  To be fair though, I am completely knackered after each session (I have done three sessions this week)

    Body analysis is as follows:
    Height = 189cms
    Gender = Male
    Weight = 121.1 sobs

    Total Body Water = 61.6 litres (Should be about 48.3)
    Protien Mass (read: Muscle stuff) = 16.6kg (Good for my height is 12.9kg, so that's a positive for me!)
    Mineral Mass (read: Bone strength/density) = 5.0kg. Good is 4.5kg, so that is my only other positive)
    Body fat Mass 37.9kg (Should be around 12) *sobs uncontrollably

    Measurements: (cms)

    Chest = 122
    Waist = 125
    Hips = 123
    Quad = 66
    Calf = 44
    Arm = 43

    So nothing much to write home about (So I hope Mum isn't reading this) apart from a lot of motivation to get myself up to speed, slowly but surely!!!

    I suppose a positive is that at least I have found out all this information now rather than through an autopsy!!!

    Healthy living is my motto now (with a bit of bad thrown in)

    The weekend will consist of a game of golf and a day at the races so realistically my first run will be Monday.  (I went for a 7k run 10 days ago, but wasn't thinking of doing a marathon then, so I have a wee bit of an ability to jog)

    Have a good weekend all, and if you do see a tall, blond, fat, red-faced muppet plodding along your street, give us a wave as how many of us can there really be!!

    Cheers

    Your Marathon Man

    Hooroo



  • Hats off to you my friend. Good luck with the training



  • Chances of your Mother reading this have increased slightly now it's on the front page!Â



  • there is no going back for Mr Hooroo.

    I'm thinking of doing an Concept 2 Marathon in support of MegaHooroo (who will be downsized by marathon time, under 100kg I reckon), anyone else keen - Duluth, Kirwan...??



  • Hmmm, that's tempting. Be nice to have something to train for as opposed to just "being healthy".

    My challenge (besides the obvious) would be when to do it, as I'll lose my rower while it's shipped back to NZ. Are we planning to do it on the same day as Hooroo? If so that schedule could work.

    Not sure if I could take 5hours plus, or whatever it would take me on a bloody rower. Would need to row on a roids pillow wouldn't ya?



  • Sure why not?

    What time do you think you could do it in?



  • same day, or as near too as Hooroo's marathon I reckon.

    I have done a Half marathon in 1:21 and a few odd seconds.  So I would aim for the three hour mark - trying to go under of course.

    I have seen a Marathon training schedule on the concept2 website at some stage in the dim past, might see if I can find that.

    Kirwan - could you sell your Concept2 in pommyland and pick up a new one here??  They hold their value pretty well don't they?



  • It's an option, we have a shit load of stuff to go back anyway. Getting a quote for it all next week so I'll see if it's cheaper to buy one in NZ instead of ship it.



  • Joy!!! Get everyone on the bandwagon!!



  • Well done Hooroo.  I have been contemplating entering this yrs Akl as it will be 25 yrs since I did my first (and 24 yrs since I did my last).

    I'm giving myself until the end of May to see where my weight is. I don't want to have a cardiac episode by overdoing it.



  • [quote name='BartMan']I have done a Half marathon in 1:21 and a few odd seconds.  So I would aim for the three hour mark - trying to go under of course.[/quote]
    That's a bloody impressive row

    I did a 1:30 and a bit, but I that was a long time ago

    Using some of the formulas on rowing forums you should be around 2:47 and I would be 3:05 for a FM row. There's plenty of time though, and I think my HM time might be quite high compared to what I can do now.. so I may be able to target 3:00



  • Hi Hooroo,

    Good on you for taking this on, running a marathon is a massive achievement and something you can look back on proudly till your dying days (unless of course you die on the day).

    Basically what you should take from my running the Dunners HM last year is that it doesn't matter how fat, useless, lazy, unfit and alcoholic you are, it can be done.  Granted my father was a marathon runner so I have the genes, but if you'd seen how I went on my first time on the treadmill 18 months ago you'd have never thought me capable of making it further than the local bakery.

    The best advice I can give you is that every time someone tells you you can't do it, stow it away and remember it and use it as ammunition for later.  Basically what kept me going a lot of the time was the desire to prove the doubters wrong.  So, encouragement is good, but [i]dis[/i]couragement can be even better if you use it to your advantage.

    I found giving up on booze and junk food far too tough so just limited it to special occasions.  Although since I only eat fast food and shit when I'm drunk or hungover it followed that drinking less also meant eating better.  Also couldn't help but notice you were smoking a fair bit at the Basin in March, have you given that away yet?

    Also, not that you seem to have much trouble pulling the ladies  :evil: but I found the weight I've lost has made a big difference.  Not just in pulling ability, but you get way more chicks smiling at you on the street, customers at work making friendly chat etc.  And it makes you want to lose even more weight so you automatically get into good habits.

    Anyways, I don't think I posted this at the time I ran it, but here is the report I wrote afterwards, just to give you a bit of a taste of what you're in for  😁

    [quote]
    [b] The Bullethole Half-Marathon Challenge [/b]

    PRE RACE: Welcome to the Edgar Centre in South Dunedin for the
    commencement of the inaugural Bullethole Half-Marathon Challenge.
    Today, I'll be attempting to disprove the commonly-espoused notion that
    white men can neither jump nor run. My goal is to complete the 21km
    run before the two-hour mark, or my death, whichever comes first.

    I wouldn't say I'm nervous as much as I am deeply concerned in my
    ability to run this distance. I haven't run in two weeks due to a
    foot injury which is still causing a little bit of discomfort. My
    build-up has also been hampered by flu, a sub-Antarctic Dunedin
    winter and rampant alcoholism. But now is not is not the time for
    excuses, Bullethole. This day has been a long time coming and nothing
    less than a 100% effort will suffice. In the greater scheme of
    things, what is two hours of bone-jarring, gut-wrenching, burning,
    screaming pain?

    We’re about to find out.

    The starter issues his call to arms and Dan and I take a position
    towards the front of the field. We glance around at the toned,
    serious-looking athletes surrounding us, and take a new position
    towards the back of the field. We fit in much better here amongst the
    children, geriatrics and people dressed as sheep and ice hockey
    players. One minute to go. I'm shitting myself. 30 seconds to go.
    Not too late to pull out, surely? Ahhh, fuck it.

    0.5km: It's definitely not the fastest 500m I'll ever run. Dan and I
    are caught up in a field so large that it's moving at snail's pace.
    No danger of going too hard at the start then.

    1km: As some kind of sadistic joke on the part of the event
    organisers, the course doubles back on itself so that we're now
    running past the start again. Already the frontrunners have rounded
    the bend and are heading in the other direction. I look out for
    Evelyn but it's impossible to make out who these runners are, since
    they appear as nothing more than a blur accompanied by a faint
    whizzing sound.

    2km, 11min 48: Dan and I have weaved our way through the back markers
    and the field has opened up considerably, allowing us to pass people
    left right and centre. It's a good feeling for sure. I'm quite happy
    with the pace we're running at but careful not to overdo it. I can
    hear my wise friend Matthew dispensing sage-like advice in my head as I run: "don't go
    out too hard Barnya...don't go out too hard Barnya...fuck I got so drunk in
    Wellington last night, you won't believe who I hooked up with...don't
    go out too hard Barnya".

    4km: We are making excellent progress as we pass through the
    industrial area, still weaving through slow-running traffic. Now we
    are coming up to a pair of runners tied together: a deaf woman is
    running along in front of a blind woman, or at least that's what their
    shirts say. I have to wonder how on earth they got in front of us.
    Suddenly I'm not so confident of my own abilities.

    5km, 27min: Disaster strikes as we arrive at the first drink station.
    Dan needs to piss and makes a beeline for the portaloo but is just
    beaten to it by another girl and has to wait. I bid him farewell and
    he promises to catch me up, which he no doubt will. I'm still feeling
    bloody good, no pain, barely short of breath...it's a piece of piss
    this half-marathon lark!

    7km: I'm now heading out of Dunedin along the Port Chalmers Road.
    Without Dan I am completely alone, so it's probably time to crank out
    a few tunes in my head. I start with a favourite running song of
    Matthew and mine, "All These Things That I Have Done" by the Killers.
    This is followed closely by "One Headlight" by the Wallflowers.
    Singing loudly in your head is one of the best ways of tricking your
    body into thinking it's not in pain.

    10km: At no point so far have I felt like I'm not going to make it.
    Physically I feel great, my left hamstring has tightened a little but
    it's no real cause for concern. I'm still passing people at a great
    rate, and what's more I outwardly appear to be in control while those
    I'm passing are huffing, puffing and gasping for air. Admittedly most
    of them are girls, but still.

    Another head aches, another heart breaks, I'm so much older than I can
    take and my affection comes and goes, I need direction to perfection
    no no no no help me out, yeah, you know you gotta help me out, yeah,
    don't you put me on the backburner you know you gotta help me out,
    yeaahhh

    10.5km, 55min: Halfway! A huge psychological boost. I am more or
    less on the home stretch, possibly. And on track for 1 hour 50, which
    would be a fairly pleasing result. I do have two minor concerns
    though, in the forms of two pretty serious hills that I am going to
    have to tackle between now and the end of the race. It's on those
    hills when we will discover whether I am man or mouse.

    12km: A horrible moment as we round a bend and Port Chalmers hoves
    into view for the first time. It is a long, long, long way down the
    harbour. A long way.

    13km: But I'm still feeling fucking good! I honestly could not have
    expected to be in better physical or mental condition at this point as
    I am. I'm employing another of Matthew's time-honoured HM tricks: find a
    girl who provides a - how do we say - favourable view from the back
    and use her as your pace setter. Even at this point though they're
    too slow to stay with me, until I draw alongside a ginger version of
    Dan Carter, and we quickly form an unspoken runners’ bond. Sounds a
    bit gay I know, but you'd only really understand if you were 14km in
    to the most gruelling physical challenge of your life.

    15km: Disaster very nearly strikes as I approach the third drinks
    station. A boy of about 10 or 11 holds out a sponge for me, but just
    as I am about to take it off him, he inexplicably drops it.
    Instinctively I reach down and forwards to grab it as it drops, and I
    feel my hamstring tighten. For one horrible split second I fear my
    race might be about to meet a tragic end, but thankfully I regain my
    stride, throw the sponge back angrily in the direction of the boy, and
    trudge on. I can't help but feel that my condition is starting to
    deteriorate. They say elite runners hit the wall at 30km, so it's not
    a stretch to imagine that I've hit mine at 15.

    15.5km: Dan Carter and I let out a collective "FUCK" as the first
    gutbuster hill hoves into view. Aside from the fact that the fatter
    you are, the harder it is to get up a hill, I always find them most
    demoralising because no matter how close you get to the crest, it
    always seems to get a bit further away. Dan Carter and I grit our
    teeth and begin the climb, and slowly but surely we reel it in. As I
    head back down the other side I silently pat myself on the back for a
    job well done, then realise that I've left Dan in my wake and slow
    down to let him pull alongside once more.

    16km: That hill has fucked me. I'm blowing a lot harder now than I
    was 5 minutes ago, that's for sure. 5km to go Barnya!! I check my
    watch. WHAT THE FUCK?!?! It says 11.50am. I cannot possibly have
    been running for 2 hours 20. Or could I? Have I lost my mind?  All's I know is that I am
    now deeply entrenched in a world of pain.

    It's time to try for another pain-deferring tactic, which is to
    perform difficult calculations in my head. This is about the only
    time in my life I wish I had an iPod, but I can make do with my own
    brain. Georgina is currently somewhere in transit between
    Christchurch and London. This HM is looking like taking me about 2
    hours. Georgina's plane, travelling at 900km/h, is covering the 21km
    distance every 1 minute and 24 seconds. I feel so much better knowing
    this. In other news, I hurt.

    17km: A familiar voice behind me yells my name. Dan has finally
    caught up to me! Not a minute too soon either, because I'm really
    starting to fade. Dan drags me along for a kilometre or so through
    Port Chalmers as we go past Jess and Rach on the side of the road, but
    he's clearly got more gas in the tank than I do, as does Dan Carter.
    It is with great sadness that we part, but I know I have to do it
    alone from here on in.

    18km: Agony. An old bearded man, possibly Moses, is dispensing drinks by the side of the
    course. "How far, sir?", I gasp. Three kilometres is the answer.
    Fuck.

    18.5km:
    I've got soul but I'm not a soldier
    I've got soul but I'm not a soldier
    I've got soul but I'm not a soldier
    I've got soul but I'm not a soldier
    I've got soul but I'm not a soldier
    I've got soul but I'm not a soldier
    I've got soul but I'm not a soldier
    I've got soul but I'm not a soldier
    I've got soul but I'm not a soldier
    I've got soul but I'm not a soldier

    19km: And now, at last, here it is. The final hill. This heartless
    monster is all that stands before me and half-marathon running
    immortality. It looms menacingly and forebodingly, like a
    morning-after dogan when you've consumed large quantities of beer and
    curry the night before.

    I'm at the base of it now, trying as hard as I can to convince my legs
    that this really isn't that big a deal, seriously. Trouble is, I
    don't believe it myself. This slope appears to have no end, it just
    curves around the side of the hill and out of sight. I am deeply
    troubled by this.

    Two girls are running next to me. One is yelling slogans of
    encouragement at the other, such as "come on! You're doing well!" and
    "nearly there!". Her friend is responding only in exasperated gasps
    and the occasional "fuck". I begin my ascent and I use fit girl's
    encouraging words as my own motivation. Come on Bullethole! Six
    months of training for this, and I'm fucked if you're gonna throw this
    away on this piece of shit hill. Somehow personifying the hill makes
    it easier to hate. This hill is Sue Bradford, and on the other side
    of it is her battered and dismembered carcass.

    19.5km: Fuck fuck fuck fuck. This hill is positively neverending. It
    just carries on winding up and up the hill. I feel like I'm running
    up a gravel spiral slide. Some distance behind (and below) me, fit
    girl is still trying to coax her friend to the finish. I feel
    suddenly nauseous. Oh fuck, I'm gonna spew. Still the hill drags on
    and on with nothing but pure evil on its heart, much like Sue
    Bradford. I'm almost retching. Fuck, I am gonna spew. Wait! No I'm
    not. Or am I?

    I suspect I may have just died, because straight ahead of me at the
    top of a long straight is another kindly looking old man with a beard, beckoning
    me forward like a high-priced hooker silhouetted against the light at the end of the tunnel. Somehow I am still running. I reach the man now and he greets me with a huge smile. "Not far to go now, all downhill, well done". I've done it! I've fucking done it! I'm at the top of the hill. I've conquered my Everest, shattered the pain barrier, all that
    kinda bullshit. Far below my feet, Otago Harbour spreads out in front
    of me in the spring sunshine and far off in the distance, I can see
    the finish line. I high-five a slightly bemused middle-aged lady as she walks her dog
    in the opposite direction.

    20km: One kilometre to go. It's all downhill, but it's still going to
    be the longest kilometre of my life. I'm running on fumes now. I'm
    focusing on a spot on the road 20m in front of me, daring neither to
    look up nor down. Every part of my body aches. I'm not so much
    breathing as desperately (and very audibly) gasping for air. Now
    Scott Stapp is singing "Running" by Evermore. Stapp has a lot to
    answer for, and to be fair if I met him I'd probably punch him in the
    mouth, but right now he is the only thing keeping me going.

    21km: 100 metres to go. The world has taken on a distinctly surreal
    appearance at this moment. People are yelling and clapping but they
    feel 100 miles away. I'm rounding the last bend now, almost there.
    Come on Bullethole! I'm gonna make it, I'm totally gonna make it.
    I'm on the last straight now. I pull back the throttle, lengthen out
    the strides, cross the white line in 1 hour 53 minutes, and collapse
    in a heap on the ground.

    POST RACE: I struggle to my feet and look around in a state of
    bewilderment. I feel like I'm really drunk. Evelyn sees me and comes
    to offer her congratulations. She of course looks fresh as a daisy,
    but that's probably because she finished 15 minutes ago. Dan, Jess
    and Rach locate me and Dan buys me a sausage. Slowly but surely I
    begin to regain a grip on reality. There is much swearing, falling to
    one knee and drinking of water, but eventually I am in some kind of
    state to walk back to the car and head off home.

    Well mother fuckers, I did it. It wasn't pretty, it wasn't quick, but
    it's done. One Half-Marathon successfully negotiated.

    Let me finish by thanking the people who helped me on this running
    odyssey. Firstly the good folk at thesilverfern.com for all their
    health, diet and nutrition tips. To every asshole that called me a
    faggot or a fat fluffybunny out their car windows while I was training, when
    was the last time you cocksmacks ran a half marathon? To all my
    friends who have encouraged me along the way, thanks team. I love my
    fans. You guys are what keep me going.

    So, where to now? Will I run again next year?

    Well, they say that your first Half-Marathon is always the hardest.
    All I will say is, I fucking well hope so. [/quote]



  • Brilliant barnya, loved it!!



  • 😁 Cheers, I didn't!

    What I also neglected to mention was shortly after the race I went to BK, ordered a Tall Blacks Triple Stack, a BK chicken and a $1 extra hamburger.  The lady said "are you sure you want all that sir?", I fixed her an angry glare and said "listen lady, I just ran a half marathon, I think I'm entitled to eat whatever I damn well like!".  Then I sat down, took the patty out of the hamburger and put it in the Triple Stack to make a Quadruple Stack.  Hooroo, abstain from the BK from hereon in and that is what you have to look forward to my friend...



  • Hate BK, so no worries there and liuckily there are no Wendy's joints in Hamilton



  • Great read Barnya, glad to know I'm not the only one who plays songs in my head while out and about!

    I'm doing an 8km run/walk on June 22.  I thought this would be ok for a start, see how my gammy knee holds up!



  • [quote name='Kirwan']
    Suggest you get some sponsorship for a charity or something to keep you going on cold, wet, long nights. Helps to have extra motivation for something like that.

    [/quote]

    How about we organize something here on the fern?
    Id be more happy to chip in a buck or 2 for every Km Hooroo slices through. Im sure theres plenty on here who would too.
    Then give it to some well known rugby charity.

    Just a thought.



  • [quote name='Virgil']
    [quote name='Kirwan']
    Suggest you get some sponsorship for a charity or something to keep you going on cold, wet, long nights. Helps to have extra motivation for something like that.

    [/quote]

    How about we organize something here on the fern?
    Id be more happy to chip in a buck or 2 for every Km Hooroo slices through. Im sure theres plenty on here who would too.
    Then give it to some well known rugby charity.

    Just a thought.
    [/quote]

    That's very generous thanks Virgil, but I just want to concentrate on the running rather than sorting out the charitable side of things.

    You can however donate to the "buy Rob a beer" charity after the race



  • [quote name='Hooroo']
    [quote name='Virgil']
    [quote name='Kirwan']
    Suggest you get some sponsorship for a charity or something to keep you going on cold, wet, long nights. Helps to have extra motivation for something like that.

    [/quote]

    How about we organize something here on the fern?
    Id be more happy to chip in a buck or 2 for every Km Hooroo slices through. Im sure theres plenty on here who would too.
    Then give it to some well known rugby charity.

    Just a thought.
    [/quote]

    That's very generous thanks Virgil, but I just want to concentrate on the running rather than sorting out the charitable side of things.

    You can however donate to the "buy Rob a beer" charity after the race
    [/quote]

    Nothing wrong with a bit of added pressure.
    Beer?, shouldnt that be a can of Fresh-Up



  • A can of Fresh-up?? You, me ole china, are having a turkish bath if you think i'll be drinking anything but beer after the race



  • Hello my dear readers, another week down and 168 days to get ready.  As you would expect, after last weeks debacle, I should now be rejuvinated and ready to be all over this training like a Cantab on a Reuban Thorne Rant, alas, the stats aren't stacking up in my favour.

    KM's ran = 4 (No, no you read correctly)
    Food intake = Copius
    Exercise = Through Vibra Training and a few walks
    Excuses = 1 Strained my friggen frangin foot after my run.  No real biggie, but enough to put at least one stroke in the excuses column.

    I have realised that I am being unrealistic in terms of my diet.  I need to drop some KG's quick smart or I will just keep injuring myself frequently. My next achievement I am striving for is a donut in the excuses column.

    I have a bit of extra motivation and advice from the new misses.  Although she thinks (like a lot of other people) I have bitten more than I can chew, she is giving me great advice and, bless her, has got sky installed so we don't have to go to the pub every time I am visiting and want to watch the Rugby, Cricket, Footy and other live sport (Yes ladies, I am quite the catch!!  👅 )

    Before and after photo's will be taken and published inthis journal too.  Just waiting for the digicam.

    So, a week in review, it has been another disappointment, but I know I will have the lows with the highs.

    Addition to my training is the sure slim diet for a while.

    Cheers

    Your Marathon Man

    Hooroo



  • I've got no doubt you can do it mate, you can still eat the shite with the amount of running you'll be doing just less of it. Be much easier if you don't deprive yourself of everything, just only do it on a Sunday or something.



  • Simple Hooroo, when you are out on the town, less of the drinking and more of the dancing!  😁

    (Although handy hint, try not to combine the two, as then you may mysteriously end up on the floor, with wicked bruises the next day......)

    so I've heard......  :shifty:



  • Happy looking chappy arent we
    Not the grumpy sod ive always imagined you to look like..

    Yeah nothing burns more than moving house, great way to earn a few beers and takeaways.
    You've chosen a pretty crap time of year to get fit, couldnt imagine been fired up about going outside for a run. Too farken cold for that shit!

    How many days to go?

    You know you probably have bitten off more than you can chew..... :happy:



  • Oops. I forgot about that part.  160 days to go

    Definitely a happy person too.  Unfortunately with my weight the reference is usually "jolly"



  • [quote] so beer intake was only about a crate over the entire week. (Gee that sounds a lot in itself!!!!) [/quote]

    That's still 27 standard drinks!!!

    I know you don't need any added motivation Hooroo, but my office is now taking bets on whether you'll make it (they saw me looking at the photos and wanted to know what it was about) so go on, run it for my sake will ya?



  • Check out the front page of the FernÂ

    [quote]I know you don't need any added motivation Hooroo, but my office is now taking bets on whether you'll make it (they saw me looking at the photos and wanted to know what it was about) so go on, run it for my sake will ya?[/quote]

    Thats harsh.



  • Oh dear, I have just seen the Front Page!  Untidy Bartman!!  I thought you were trying to attract veiwers!!!

    Barnya.  You're money is safe mate.

    No one thinks I can do it.  Luckily I don't doubt myself


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