Sunday, April 23, 2006

Cousin Jim Shall henceforth Be Called "Kip the Kenyan".

The beard went during training in the interests of aerodynamics

Congratulations and a soothing foot bath to my cousin Jim upon the completion of his second London Marathon in the very respectable time of 3 hours, 38 minutes, and 26 seconds. If was the same Jim B*******n who ran in the 2003 London Marathon , it appears that he has become faster as he has grown older. Not only that, he also finished 1,873 places higher this time around too.

Seeing as the only running I do is when the ice cream man has failed to stop on my block (and I only stretch to get beer off the bottom shelf of the fridge), I tip my hat to you cuz and stand in awe. Well done, man.

14 comments:

Joe said...

You are to be commended for your commitment to exercising. A lazy man would put the beer on the top shelf.

weasel said...

You know me Joe, mens sana in corpore sano and all that.

Joe said...

Yeah, I sort of think of you as the poster boy for that saying.

weasel's Cuzzen Jim said...

I like to think this marks my transition from occasional bit-player to A-list member in Weasel's skewed parallel universe...

Cheers for the plaudits, Cuz, though I have run marathons a good bit quicker than that; just not in the ambulant carnival that is London.

I should also point out that the beard went a good eighteen months ago - once I realised that between yourself and out mothers the family has gingeriness a-plenty. Given that my main crop fluctuates seasonally between blonde and mouse, people also started asking impertient questions about other regions of my corporeal being. Hmm.

Joe said...

cuzzen jim, please tell the world what we're all waiting to hear about your training regimen:

What shelf is the beer on?

In the interest of full disclosure, I should point out that I keep the beer on the top shelf. However, the fridge is one with the freezer on the bottom, and I keep the beer toward the back, so it can be a bit of a reach to get one.

weasel said...

I can neither run marathons nor grow a beard (a real impediment in Maine). I do however know all the words to Karma Chameleon despite never having made a concious effort to learn them. Is that a record, Norris?

Joe; I also put my returnable bottles down cellar, so I suppose I could also claim bouts on the stairmaster every time I polish off a bottle of Geary's.

weasel's Cuzzen Jim said...

Ah Joe. Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe.

Like Weasel, as a fellow native of England's shapely rump, I can confirm that the beer abides not in the fridge, but lives in a keg at the pub, where it is served at a temperature of around 54 degrees fahrenheit, is brown in colour, not prone to sudden foaming, and has a thin filmy head. If things brings to mind an image of Gandhi, then it shouldn't.

Regular walks from one's domicile to said facility provide ample training for endurance sports if repeated often enough. Particularly if one lives in Scotland, where the round-trip to get a decent pint entails a moderately strenuous hike. And no, though I have the same 6.25% Caledonian ancestry as Weasel, that is not enough to gain satisfaction from McEwen's Export or Tennent's Super.

Oh, and where were you going with that gun in your hand? 'Going down to shoot the old lady' sounds like a euphemism to me...

Joe said...

A euphamism, indeed, Jim. You are the second member of the weasel clan to invoke Hendrix (or whoever you prefer) in addressing me. I believe Hey Joe was always more popular, as we say in these parts, "across the pond."

Weasel - "down cellar." Spoken like a native!

weasel said...

Much bottled North American beer tastes like cack when warm, even the (jolly decent) IPAs.

Another thing you might find odd, Jimbo: the labelling of various microbrews as "Scottish Ale" is considered a selling point rather than a negative!

6.25%; I'm half as strong as Tennent's Super, me.

weasel said...

Damnit! Now you have both got me day dreaming and I want to knock off work early and go and drink beer.

weasel's Cuzzen Jim said...

Ha! Here it's already beer o'clock.

In (I believe) the only ever musical homage to Tennent's Super - Alabama 3's 'The Old Purple Tin', D Wayne Love clearly croons 'Sweet 9% Lord of the state that I'm in'. Consider your strength ratio boosted accordingly.

Joe - it's fair to say we were more popular with Jimi too. He was especially fond of our sleeping pills and ambulances, if memory serves.

In the meantime I humbly await a wicked good re-education in all matters beverage in May.

weasel said...

Cuz; we are going to have a barrel of a local good 'un called Shipyard on, as well as cases of St Peter's Organic ale from Bungay and Black Sheep from Masham in Wensleydale wedged under select chairs.

The Atlantic Brewing Company of Bar Harbor does a decent brew, as well.

Ohhhhhhhhh... that's it. I'm stopping at the shop on the way home.

weasel's Cuzzen Jim said...

Oh Danny Boy, the pints, the pints are calling...

Amusing though this is, I'll leave you and Joe to continue the banter. I'm off to the pub.

Joe said...

Gritty's Pub Style is a nice pale ale. Nice touch changing the name from "Gritty McDuff's Pale Ale," too. I also like their Scottish Ale. That probably makes me a rube.

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