A lunchtime post, induces the need for a morning coffee.....

.... and so i have already had one (quite unusual for myself, usually an afternoon drink).

Anyway, not that you all care. The new Bjork cd is playing in my cd player, again, and doing my head in, so the Alela Diane mp3 it is.

Above, my christmas tree this year has been deliberately kept a simple colour scheme of green and white (+ gold star). Anyway, atop the tree sits the mighty Snowman. Nameless, he/she has yet to be christened. Can he be christened before christmas? Oh, I don't know. Anyway, name suggestions are welcome, please.  

A very old note was recently discovered on my phone (made weeks ago). It is really a warning note to myself. I sat in a cafe eating lunch, and an attractive looking girl sat down on the next table. Attractive maybe, but what really caught my eye was that carried a most superb looking cappuccino to the table (or so i thought). I was in a daze, a dream girl, with a dream coffee. I broke the ice, "wow, tasty cappuccino" i told her. To which she responded "oh no no no, it's a hot chocolate." I was totally gutted. All attraction was discarded. I made the note to remind me to refrain from attempting. Enough.

On a totally different note, I want to tell of how i am reading books at the moment concerning the vast problematic issue of drug use within professional cycling. Ever since the 'Festina affair' of 1998, when i was still only 13 during the TDF, I have found out about this tragic problem throughout the sport that I loved. More than half of my lifetime ago - eek crikey!! Still in love with this romantic sport, despite unable to participate, I read a lot to keep in touch. Since those dark days, I have maintained faith in the sport getting autographs from heroes, riding and watching part of the TDF, creating a large variety of applied courseworks through my education. I am quite brave in reading these texts, uncovering the truth behind heroes, fiinding out that they are (or were) human after all. It hurts. I am reading Willy Voet's book at the moment (the Festina soigneur who got caught crossing border control carrying dope in'98). He states how he and riders would be readily aware of how to set-up a drug infusing drip in a hotel room, using a picture hook or coat hanger. These are my heroes he talks about. It hurts.