It was a tough day on the legs, initially through several fields of energy sapping very soft ground and later some highly amusing bog jumping when Tom combined a forward roll and double twist with one of his efforts. This was nothing compared to the seemingly endless procession of crags which combine steep descents followed immediately by an equally steep climb. This saw a vicious outbreak of walking tourettes throughout the team, although it has to be said that many of the exclamations were inspiringly funny.

I looked out the window again, thinking 'why am I not surprised.' The walking Tourettes, clap or worse. A dark Gotham portrait of people in long-limbed, drab, bedraggled clothes huddled outside. I could hear their dialogue. They shoveled him out like trash. Haw, you lyin. Man, what did I just say? He dead? Dood as. OD? A dirty plunger.

thats so awesome. i love old books so much that i look like a complete freak in the library because ill just stop and look at raggedy books to see how old they are. people must think i have like walking tourettes or something