Science 2 Ed 3. It's like the bloody F.A. cup

'Ello Rat fans.

Kay just drew on me with a biro. The git. Ooze (Edit: It's spelt Ouse, but you still get the reference, right?). We live in a place (England) which seems to be quite conservative place-names wise, and then we end up with a river named after a crap Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sequel. Oh yeah, and some people, who have proper jobs, who spend valuable company time reading stupid rambling rubbish on the internet, live in toothpaste land. Funny eh. Continuing the theme, this sign is actually a bus stop in Brisbane.

Back to the title. I didn't mention it yesterday but I was given a sucker punch right at the death by science. I was merrily, merrilyin' along trying to purify a protein when 'WHAMMY' I couldn't find the bloody thing. Not a trace, the computer said it was there but the numbers and the stuff in the real physical not in silico world didn't add up. I was stumped, I had to leave without knowing where my poor lost protein was. Science had once again taken the lead, things again looked bleak for the underdog.

I went in to school, as Kay calls it, this morning without much hope (but with a nice packed lunch. Ed will do anything for the taste of Dairylea - Kay) but I investigated further and low and be-bloody-hold I found the bugger. Somehow my flipping fraction collector had mis-doodled and what the computer said was tube 16/17 was really 23/24. Ha but I found it. 2-2. And it was relatively (in a way that I can improve) pure and active after a day on the bench. 2-3. Rock on.

Somehow, for two consecutive weeks I have missed my Thursday (easy) run. I had a pain in my chest today, which I believe is a pulled muscle and decided that I wouldn't mess about and aggravate it lest I miss more sessions because of it. I decided to do the Polar fitness test on my new watch. Hmmm. I shouldn't have, turns out that my fitness level is 'low'. Not the worst, very low is bottom. Slighly disappointing but I've only been marathon training for 3 weeks. Football/squash three times a week before that isn't 'low fitness' though.

I don't have any relevant pictures to post today so I'll post this one which shows our gnarly surfing experience on Bondi beach.






As you may have guessed, one of these pictures is not a picture of Kay, nor of myself, surfing. I had to put it in because it is a photo of me participating in possibly the least useful survey I have ever come across. In case you were wondering, they were all crap, three choices of carpet, crap, crap and crap. We told them, we had just spent 9hrs on a plane and were looking forward to 13 more.