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If you've ever wondered what keeps me awake at night, sometimes it's attempting make an alphabetical list of two syllable animal names (ideally humorous or bathetic) that could be given to the Ice Stations that precede Ice Station Zebra. The unau, xerus and yabby unkindly evaded me all night long.

I have had an exhausting Tuesday listening to people. Who knew there were so many people out there with important stuff to say that I urgently needed to hear? They all seemed to.

And finishes work for the day... Bit much today.

#RunBore Ran 10 miles. Quite enjoyed 7 of them. Now heading home to work.

Last night I dreamed I was audio recording Ken Campbell one man shows again. David Benson was reading Furtive Nudist to a bunch of students but I nipped round the back to where Ken was and popped down my equipment. "Ah, furniture!" he said. He couldn't give me long this time- being dead stuff to do.

Just heard someone on their way into a meeting: "I love the idea..." You could hear the unspoken "BUT" from Mars.

It's obviously Bill Paterson repeatedly asserting I've been well loved and am worthy of repair and restoration.

"Shamekin Rotglass was one of the most agreeable of halflings, for all he was a tiny receptacle for a quite considerable burden." There we go, should have an epic "reminiscent of Tolkien at his best" in no time.

He's changed since hosting Down Your Way.

60s Z-Cars trounces Dixon so thoroughly it's really surprised me how much better surviving 70s Dixon is than much of surviving 70s Z-Cars. A soft-centred show going tough is always more impressive than a tough show going softer.

I'm watching a 1960s Z-Cars and worrying about the fella in the mobility scooter ad bumper who's being sold a single globe artichoke by an over-friendly greengrocer. As he gleefully pops it in his scooter's tiny shopping basket I can't help feeling he's being taken advantage of.

#RunBore Ran 9 miles. Felt it. Now back to work.

Until the razor cuts.

If you changed Nicholas to George and moved events back a couple of years I'd be totally convinced this was from the teenage diary of Pauline Mole (née Sugden). Sadly, Surveyor 3 doesn't have quite the wallop of Apollo 11.

I loved Kevin Keegan (even if, like Scully, my adoration was then magically overwritten by one for Kenny Dalglish just a few years on). My amazing number 7s. Titans.

#RunBore Ran 5 miles by the side of the reservoir. Took 59 mins, which isn't bad for me, alright? Got home and Garmin had dropped my fitness age to 52.5. Result! Had a bath. Fitness age back to 54. That app is an absolute git.

Watching an old QI and am livid they've asked for the name of an actor who played Captain Flint in Treasure Island and then failed to offer any answers. I had Wally K Daly, damn it! He had a career spanning dedication to playing parrots and even chucked one in when he presented Pick of the Week.

TFW you become convinced something bad has happened because friends on social media seem to be reacting codedly to something you've missed. You've either chosen to mute or not follow someone everyone else has, or you've got really bad B.O. and undone flies.

At least Egypt can say they were robbed.

#RunBore Today they replaced the running machine at the gym that I fell off when I had my stroke in February 2025. This morning I was running 6 miles on the next machine along while the replacement was installed. Ha, look who lasted longer! I won that one!