You and Hen, it looked like one of those movies when you both looked across the beer covered table into each others eyes. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww bless :-)
My friend's got one and he's useless - he drives down one way streets the wrong way & gets overtaken by Fiat Puntos (driven by women)... apparently he's good at washing up though
Cougs - you could always ring Burger King and ask for a still from their CCTV footage.
Gary - yep all the photos look washed out, i'm 2871 and I look so pale and knackered that I'm anaemic ! I haven't looked that pale since I found out how much my divorce would cost ;o)
Yup they seem to have a knack of capturing us at our worst!
I thought it was bad that they made me look like a shipwrecked pirate in mine but then again I suppose I have to take the blame for dressing like one! Not sure how they gave me some extra chins in one of them though. I'm 3313 and ashamed.
holgs - you are supposed to have a cheesy grin and adopt perfect running pose, not check your watch.
marcus - nice hat.
quote from the photo site "Our photographs are printed on the highest quality photographic paper. The images are colour corrected, and brightness levels balanced to achieve optimum clarity". They missed out the bit where they will deliberately make you look like a Smack addict when viewing on the web.
I remember watching the first London Marathon on TV when I was about 14. I always imagined myself floating through the tape, graciously allowing Dick Beardsley to dead-heat, with the crowds cheering and Frank Bough (well maybe not) waiting to interview me afterwards.
The reality of schools district cross-country leagues, with mud, spiked legs and cold showers (eeh if you were lucky) came as a major disappointment, and probably explains why after a few seasons I gave up running in favour of beer, fags, and unreliable women.
It's probably only because I can't smoke any more, get horrible hangovers when I used to have fun, and have married a very nice woman who drives me to races, that I started this lark again six months ago.
But one day I SHALL dead-heat with Dick Beardsley, maybe when he's 88, and although Frank Bough won't be there, I will finally be ready to go on to the afterlife.
Gary - Mrs T looks amazingly composed at the end! Much more graceful than us lot - most of us look like we've gone over the wall at Strangeways and run all the way to Liverpool - after stopping off to buy lunch at Tescos on the way (with our lovely FLM carrier bags).
Marcus, the Mrs is actually in pain (and still looks good). She had forgotten to take immodium and spent the last 4 miles in need of a good poo - her sprint finish to the portaloo was worthy of a head to head with Carl Lewis.
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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww bless :-)
I am no. 4336, the Mrs is 4338.
I told you I'm off men for a long time yet.
My friend's got one and he's useless - he drives down one way streets the wrong way & gets overtaken by Fiat Puntos (driven by women)... apparently he's good at washing up though
;0)
does he also get lost in Liverpool whilst trying to find a pub ? They are the worst kind of man ha ha
;o)
They'd have more luck if they came round to my house and gave me time to do my hair and lounge seductively on the sofa.
Or at least give me enough time to make sure my hair is pointing the right way. Mostly.
Gary - yep all the photos look washed out, i'm 2871 and I look so pale and knackered that I'm anaemic !
I haven't looked that pale since I found out how much my divorce would cost ;o)
I thought it was bad that they made me look like a shipwrecked pirate in mine but then again I suppose I have to take the blame for dressing like one! Not sure how they gave me some extra chins in one of them though. I'm 3313 and ashamed.
marcus - nice hat.
quote from the photo site "Our photographs are printed on the highest quality photographic paper. The images are colour corrected, and brightness levels balanced to achieve optimum clarity". They missed out the bit where they will deliberately make you look like a Smack addict when viewing on the web.
The reality of schools district cross-country leagues, with mud, spiked legs and cold showers (eeh if you were lucky) came as a major disappointment, and probably explains why after a few seasons I gave up running in favour of beer, fags, and unreliable women.
It's probably only because I can't smoke any more, get horrible hangovers when I used to have fun, and have married a very nice woman who drives me to races, that I started this lark again six months ago.
But one day I SHALL dead-heat with Dick Beardsley, maybe when he's 88, and although Frank Bough won't be there, I will finally be ready to go on to the afterlife.
OK back to the horrible photos...
That's be in the red transparent tights then would it..?
[enquiring minds want to know]
;o)
(obviously black fishnets. Tut tut !)
I can get quite emotional with the post-race pint: ("you know, you're not like all the other pints - you're SPECIAL!")