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Podcast tour now fully on sale (apart from Norwich which will put tickets on sale in their own sweet time - on 28th July). As expected some venues selling fast like I’m am almost superstar and some selling slow like I’m a bloke who walked in off the street.
http://richardherring.com/rhlstp if you want to watch me asking people what they’d be if they could go into a chrysalis.
It’s almost July and I am still wiped out. I haven’t really been fully well all year. But even though Catie was back late from a gig last night, I very unusually slept in til 8am and another week passes by without me getting any writing done. I think the days of me doing four jobs at once may be gone and not just because no one is offering me work!
In my brain I am 25. But my body is feeling old and fucked and it’s my own fault. Why can’t I go back to the year I had cancer where I was motivated and (eventually) fitter than I’ve been for years.
It was school sports day today, with a two hour+ event for us to watch and enjoy (if applicable). Ernie threw himself into stuff, sometimes to good effect, sometimes to crazy effect and Phoebe was already a bit sad and then got hit in the face with a netball and then got upset when she didn’t win and sat out a couple of events, so she didn’t have a great day. She was back for the running races, but sadly despite her long legs she has her dad’s sprinting genes and didn’t get a win there either. Not that it matters of course. Except to her.
Ernie fell over during his sprint, but after a moment of befuddlement got back to his feet and started running again. It looked like being a recreation of my own sporting triumph at the same age where in a race to the tree and back at my junior school sports day, I fell, was dazed, got back up and then managed to run and catch everyone up and came in first or second (leastways I qualified for the next race where I was thrashed) - maybe I had the sprinting gene after all, or maybe no one else really cared.
Ernie ran on, but then stopped, holding his nose. He was having a nose bleed and had to stop the race. So not quite the same story. But a fun one to watch. And the year 6s kept picking a random kid from each race to cheer for, so Ernie had the glory of everyone shouting his name before the race (and when he fell).
It wasn’t as much fun as his next race, never a slightly longer distance where he veered off the track completely and ran way to the left of everyone else and ended up in the crowd. He is a natural born comedian and if he isn’t going to win, he’s going to make the event all about him. But I was surprised how good he was at throwing and the sack race and the netball, so maybe he hasn’t got his father’s useless sporting genes. There’s loads of sporty people in Catie and my families, but neither of us really inherited that. My sister was a county level sprinter and I fancy Phoebe might actually follow in her fast footsteps even though she didn’t find her form today.
But the good news for her, is that her father doesn't care about that one bit. I was just sad that she was sad for most of this event.
