Well, out to dinner at the RSM's last night. An Argyll - Regimental motto: You can always tell an Argyll, but you can't tell him much.
I was very well behaved, just 4 pints of Old Speckled Hen, no wine, no port, no whisky, no cigar. Didn't leave the table till well after midnight.
Ran the Blubberhouses 25 this morning. Late night and ever so slight hangover with unfortunate rear end consequences for those behind me meant that I took the first hour more steadily than normal. Then hit my stride and the 'sweet spot' lasted from there right through to the finish. Came 3rd.
Quod erat demonstrandum!
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