In March last year I posted a blog about cycling over the South Dorset Ridgeway. From, the Weymouth side, it rises about 100m much of it in the form of a chalk escarpment. From the north it's a longer gentler pull, from the south, a much steeper prospect with nasty hairpin bend about a third of the way up.

If you like some pictures of the Beijing Olympics go to this Kodak Site: http://www.kodak.com/eknec/PageQuerier.jhtml?pq-path=13134&p...

Richard

In the last few weeks I came to deal with a major issue in my life : my small amount of friends . As far as I can remember I only had 5-6 friends and one or two really good ones.The problem is that I always feel that in some ways I am never one of the group , even with my friends ( when were around other people) it seems to me like everybody is giving me the odd look.

Okay, I was telling my roommate's sons (K and N) and their two friends over for, "Three Days of Gaming Before School Starts Again," (C and D) about the incidents reported to us, here (by Karen J), when this is what happened:

I was trying to check my transliteration of Roman text back into Cyrillic and my obviously inept translation of the following two Russian phrases:

O Lyubvi malyu otchayanno (I pray for love desperately)
-- О любви молюсь отчаено

V krayu dalyokum, chuzhie ne nuzhny. (In distant lands, a stranger is not needed)
-- В краю далёкому чужие не нужны

Well, well, well.

Give and you shall receive.

Certainly happened here didn't it.

The Sight is at an end, but I didn't say the story was.

I have written nothing this week and have no real excuse for not continuing Stevie's adventures.

As I was working on the third and final chapter of my "Changed by Aliens", I began to remember some details of a Science Fiction story I'd read some years ago. The similarities to that other story were purely inadvertent. So, now I am faced with what to do now.

I know I posted it too late, and for that I apologize. I originally intended a short fifteen hundred word complete, but like so much in my life that soon snowballed into something much more ambitious.

That being said, even with all its flaws I'm happy with my generically titled but I like to think creative story.

Hi folks.

I know this is a lame excuse, but I don't know whether I am going to be able to post this week as usual.

The thing is, I am drawn like a moth to the flame to the British cyclists in the Olympics--not to mention a fairly unbelievable run by Bolt and well, I just haven't had the time to get into the story.