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Rising Sun, Lewisham, London   Leave a comment


Pub #2074:

I rarely make it to Lewisham because I live in the remote northwest edge of the M25 amoeba.  So, while finishing up the last segment of the TfL Run Project, I HAD to stop for a beer somewhere.  The Rising Sun seemed — and still seems — like a fine choice.  I ordered a lager and handed the barman some coins but with my sweaty spectacles I mistook a 10p for a 50p and shorted him, which he pointed out straight away.  “Worth a punt, eh?”

“Everyone tries that at least once,” he agreed without any outward malice.



The Cheltenham Festival was on one tele and a flat-track horsing venue on another but the real show was the confetti of losing tickets at the end of each race.  Decent bar, friendly denizens.  Go.



Posted March 20, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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The Bird’s Nest, Deptford, London   1 comment


Pub #2073:

The Bird’s Nest was a bit creepy to go into.  Not because of the “punks” at the bar cheerfully listening to Park Life; it’s just that it’s like every music bar I frequented between 1978 and 1990 right down to the collection of recent gig posters on the wall leading past the makeshift stage to a separate art collection.  I almost expected Deacon Lunchbox to emerge from the loo.



Found by luck on the final TfL run, I wanted to love and hate the pub as soon as I walked in.  Then, the landlady returned from the shops and pushed a dustpan with a whisk broom between me and the barmaid who was mid-pull on my beer.  “That’s for you,” she told the servant girl then sped off to the back.

“Is it your birthday?” I asked and was answered with an eye roll.  Quite creepily familiar, this joint.



Posted March 19, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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Canary Wharf to Lewisham, Final Section of the TfL Run Project   2 comments


I had the day off awaiting a parcel delivery for which I paid a bit extra to have delivered between 9 and 1 (it arrived at 1:45).  Still, the real quarry on this day’s hunt would be across town on the final section of the glorious TfL Run Project and getting a late start, while annoying, could have been worse.  For instance, I could be attempting it whilst recovering from pummeling my right ball for the better part of an hour a few days earlier…oh…erm…HANG ON….



I pulled myself together and headed out, arriving at Canary Wharf at 3 pm and tucking in to the effort straight away.  The stations are closely spaced near this financial district and Heron Quays, South Quay, and Crossharbour fell in about a mile’s worth of jogging.  Mudchute — long one of my favourite station names — turned up only slightly further on.


Canary Wharf DLR

Heron Quays

South Quay




Cutting through Mudchute Park and Milwall Park, the last of the Isle of Dogs stations, Island Gardens, appeared with its unsympathetic architecture:


Island Gardens


This is the third time in as many weeks I’ve covered the span between Island Gardens and Cutty Sark Stations (see Thames Foot Tunnel section of the Westferry to New Cross Run but also represented in the subsequent North Greenwich to Stratford Run).  In fact, several other segments of the DLR could have been ticked off earlier in the project on one of those earlier runs save that they were focused on the Jubilee line which doesn’t overlap (despite the pedestrian pathways to cover those Jubilee segments overlapping the rail pathways of the DLR).

More closely spaced stations followed the Tunnel, with Cutty Sark, Greenwich, and Deptford Bridge next up:


Cutty Sark

Greenwich DLR

Deptford Bridge


Here, I nipped into the Bird’s Nest for a nip and some nostalgia (the place was like every music bar I frequented in the late 70s and early 80s).  Despite my early delays, I suddenly realised that it was a gorgeous day out, about 16°C, and there were about 2 hours to kill before either sunset or my last train home to outrun the wife.  I settled into the final two stations and cast my eye on the lovely neighbourhoods down this way.  Elverson Road Station, the penultimate, followed a stretch of parkland and sits adjacent to some very nice terraces:


Elverson Road

I followed some bike paths and found myself in a dead-end car park surrounded by flats.  Emerging from here, I turned away from Lewisham Station for a final TfL Run Project beer at the Rising Sun (write-up soon), before heading home as the temperature started falling with the setting sun.  There was snow overnight, but this positively Spring-like day was a spectacular finish to this effort.



The completed Docklands Light Rail map is here:




And, here is the final map, 124 days after the “Day Zero” map.  The retrospective post of the project has an animated version, if you are interested.


Posted March 18, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Running

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TfL Run Project Completed — A Look Back   2 comments


With the Canary Wharf to Lewisham Run, yesterday (write-up soon) the TfL Run Project is now complete.

It took 124 days and not the 3 years envisioned (largely due to the decision, two days before the project kicked off, to seek employment somewhere affordable to live and the urgency on finishing the project that decision imposed), but the TfL Run Project is now complete.  I’ve promised not to start a new project until we move, which might be some time.




Posted March 17, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Running

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Balls   1 comment


I met Victor in the hallway at work.  He asked, “How are you?” He’s Russian, so as a courtesy I tend to answer with something bleak.
“I hurt my testicles.”
“Oh, I am very sorry.” He sounded delighted. “How, if I may ask?”
“I got old.”

This was mostly true. It happened the day before, running. My right thigh kept banging into my nutsack for 6 miles. I’m going to have to invest in underwear with better elastic before my balls reach my knees (at their current rate of descent, that will be mid-summer).

So, yeah, I’ve gotten old without maturing: the NHS webpage screencapped, above, made me giggle.

Posted March 15, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Made Me Laugh, Running

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Ironside, RIP   Leave a comment

Over the last 25 years, I’ve been incredibly lucky to work for — often with — a couple of dozen eminent scientists, able to honestly call most of them friends.  During my short tenure at Cambridge, I never met Stephen Hawking (unsurprisingly), but one of my bosses there who is now what passes for ‘head of research’ at the University told me a couple of amusing stories about him while we were out for a long jog in the fens.

Yesterday was busy at work and it slipped my mind that he finally slipped the coil.  I headed home and, as I passed University College, it took a moment to realise why the College banner was at half mast.

Loads has been in print these past 36 hours about his Pop Culture importance like his appearances on episodes of The Simpsons and Big Bang Theory (among other tele programmes).  People forget about his brief tenure in the early 70’s replacing Raymond Burr while he was in prison for smuggling heroin across the border at Tijuana:

Posted March 15, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Obits

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The Goldengrove, Stratford, London   Leave a comment


Pub #2072:

What better way to start a Sunday than hitting a Wetherspoon pub when the bar opens at 9 sharp?  For me and roughly 25 other True Believers at the Goldengrove, nothing.

To be fair, there was a couple sitting near me having breakfast and, shockingly, a conversation; but, most of us sipped away happily (I speak only for myself on that point) sipping away and watching pedestrians and motor vehicles pass by in the late winter sunlight.

I was now 8½ miles into a run with only a half mile left, but there was really nothing here to entice me to linger.  It’s not a bad bar but all the interesting bits seem to be on the façade.  Perhaps a longer — or later — visit would result in some interpersonal interactions, but daybreak drinkers deserve their space.


Posted March 13, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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