How's this for dedication?

Dedicated sportsman that I am...

...I'm always willing to learn. MM's home tonight, he's running a half marathon tomorrow. Let me know if you want the link to his charity money-raising paypal thingy.

So. I thought. Marathon runners. They perform better after loading up on the carbs the night before. You just have to watch out for too much fibre, eh Paula? Cricket nets tomorrow, so tonight, to ensure absolute maximum performance, I need to carb-load. I know my current maximum performance is about equivalent to a real off day ten years ago, but you can only do what you can.

Therefore, I stopped at the Indian on the way home to get a takeaway. I'll have you know that there's plenty of carbs in a chilli naan and a chicken jalfreezi. There's plenty of chilli, garlic, and spices, too, but who said carbs have to be boring? Aren't protein and fat just carbs under other names? Food in, energy out. That's the simple equation, isn't it? There's only so much raw, unseasoned, unsauced pasta you can stand, even if it is to ensure optimal nets performance.

On the way to the Indian...

….I passed a shop:

“Creative Creations”. I don't think it's what god did on the seventh day or anything. It may be a florist or something like that. Creative creations. Great name.

Telephone tennis

There was a couple at one of the tables while I waited for the takeaway. Eating. Together. Sort of. First the bloke had a long, loud phone conversation (I almost went back to the car to retrieve my MP3 player, that loud and that boring) while his wife (or whoever) sat there, looking thoroughly cheesed off. Then he had another call straight away, and you could almost touch the cheesed-offness. Then it was her turn. Thankfully some food had arrived by then so he amused himself eating while she talked. Then, after what seemed an eternity, neither of them was on the phone.

She then started having a coughing fit. He either started texting someone or looking up 'what to do about coughing fits' on Google.

Smart phone? Oxymoron?

My mobile is supposedly smart. It has two numbers stored under my name: the office line, and the number on the sim card, which is inserted in said 'smart' mobile phone. I work out on my own almost exclusively. Part of the safe working guidelines and an insurance proviso is to ring in on arrival, and on departure.

Every time I call the office, the smart phone has to ask whether I want to call the office (100% positive response) or whether I want to call the phone I'm holding in my hand, for some bizarre reason (0% positive response).

Six months. Still asking. Every time. That isn't smart. I know I should amend the address book, but if these things are so clever...