Bear blog

Not that I want to make a big song and dance about it but, my god! I never realised people were so easily swayed by a pretty face. Let's just wait till acne sets in and we'll see how he fairs then, shall we? Harumph.


It's not that I didn't like his routine. He's improved one hundred percent from his Durham act. But that's the trouble. He's on such a steep learning curve that I think it's wrong to award him something now while he's running around jacked up on sugar and not applying himself properly when he's got another nine years to get it right. It gives him the wrong impression. Personally, I want to grab the kid by the shoulders and shake him for a bit. "Just stand still and concentrate, for crying out loud!" (I would cry) "And you'll be truly amazing, and I will clap and cheer and hoot and scream like the rest of them."


But enough. My only other complaint about BJYOTY was the sound of Luke's voice. And how much of it there was.


Thursday was another day of severe pwnage of all things juggly. I felt my hand getting a bit sore after having passed six with Lizzy in the morning so Alan taped me up with some padded bandage stuff and it worked a treat. I lasted the rest of the day without any real discomfort. My thumb's a bit sore this morning and I've got a nasty blister, but nothing compared to what I would have been like without the tape. Hurrah! Problem solved at last. Eight clubs is looking a lot more presentable. I don't feel bad about subjecting people to it in public any more. We even got a couple of admiring comments from some randoms. They didn't know what they were talking about but it's nice to be recognised.

Notables were our failure to attend Tarim's passing workshop due to there being not enough space to throw a club in the tiny little classroom they were in. Word has got round about Maddy making an honest woman of me. Miark wants to be my wife as well now but I'm not sure I've got the time. He's probably very high maintenance. Commuting is working very well. Getting a hot, undisturbed shower without having to queue for an hour is one of life's great joys. I'm rather upset that Dietz doesn't look like my brother any more now that he's shaved his beard off. I feel like we've lost some very special connection, he and I. We walked past a local chav taking his rat-on-a-string for a wal. As we were approaching him he was bent down trying to get something out of the dog's mouth which, upon closer inspection turned out to be a boiled sweet. Just as we walked past he got up mumbling "Fine. Keep the sweet, I don't want it anyway." You had to be there to appreciate the humour of it but it still counts as a notable.

And oh yeah, that replacement club I got off Greg yesterday? It broke. This time I traded it in for a slightly scuffed looking one because it's not like I'm going to have time to get attached to it. If only Greg would stop just handing them out to me. I quite fancy getting a set of Henry's. Sigh.