So I've been lax of late, but since I begin every post with a statement to that effect, I will move swiftly on.
This windy Tuesday morn, I found myself without hangover and with time! (These things rarely happen concurrently, you understand) So, I packed my knickers with dried fruit, borrowed an MP3 player from a builder (I really should buy one) and set off along the Walworth Road toward the ever-resplendant Elephant and Castle. An early blip led to a detour around Holborn, but before long, I was nearing Regent's Park, and feeling a little thirsty. The wisely yet somewhat inaccurately named 'Food and Wine Store' by Great Portland Street Station does, I can assure you, sell liquids other than wine. I ran in, a flame-haired, pink-faced Jezibel, and announced to the loitering, but of course entirely neccessary, gaggle of young proprietors, my need for some form of over-priced, advanced-hydration drink. After a suitable bottle was located, I registered my request that I drink a little, run round Regent's Park and come back, drink a little more, run round Regent's Park and come back, drink a little... you get the message.
Looks were exchanged and one of the younger Indian guys stiffened, turned deliberately, and began to re-align the labels of Heinz Baked Beans on a shelf. At this point, I removed from my knickers a slightly sweaty fiver. This brought on a round of aaaahing and gabbling (apparently, until that point, they had thought I was performing an unusual variety of shoplift). So finally, we all managed to come to an understanding re. the drink-drop plan, and I was able to do three laps of the outer-circle with the 'Food and Wine Store' egging me on and greeting me with Hydro-Active at intervals. I think I might ask them to sponsor me.
Sorry, this is lengthy - I won't bore you with a detailed account of the next 16 miles, but merely say that we're breezy, man. I will instead round this off with the fact that a cabbie just let me off my fare, on account of me having 'done a day's rounds on foot, gal. Spend it on a pint, instead'. And indeed I shall. Cheers.
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Shoplifting AFTER a twelve mile run and with a swag bag consisting of remaining space (if any) in knickers - phew,if you get my drift.
I think, perhaps, that you have hit on the very reason that this is not a conventional method of lifting shop. xxx
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