Monday, January 21, 2013

January, a right barrel of laughs

Tough Mudder
Tough Mudder looks really, really fun.
You get a beer after it though. 
January. It's a long month, a loathed month, a month for daft decisions and foolish promises. A month of broken toys and lost receipts. Thirty-one long days - each one longer than the last - overflowing with misery, regret and pain.

There are two good days in January: my daughter's birthday and the 31st. The other 29 are just passing time, waiting for better weather, longer days; days long enough so either your commute to work or journey home will be in something resembling daylight. 

In the 21 lengthening days of January endured so far, I have:
  • Pledged to stay off the drink until February.
  • Pledged to do the Tough Mudder ordeal in August.
Both very, very dumb.

Aye, this dry January's a right barrel of fucking laughs.

Please, tell me, I really want to know, what stupidity have you soiled your 2013 with?

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