I heard that everyone is sending dick pics these days, so figured I’d share mine with you all. This dick pic was taken in Bordeaux in France.

I heard that everyone is sending dick pics these days, so figured I’d share mine with you all. This dick pic was taken in Bordeaux in France.

My goals normally involve losing fat, eating more vegetables or drinking less cola. I have met every single goal I have set for myself which I publicly announced. So with this in mind, I decided to set a goal which would put me in better physical shape.
Goal = to be able to do 100 press-ups (in a row) within 365 days
delayed by six months due to breaking my arm on May 2nd.
Why?
* It should be a fairly trivial target to reach
* I’ve always been a scrawny runt and want to fix that
* More muscle will make it easier to lose my chubby gut
* Without a goal, I’ll only run/walk as exercise
* Pumping weights bores me
* I can do press-ups anywhere, any time
* Winter is coming
* Gyms are annoying
* Press-ups give a good all body workout
* I work well with targets
* I’ll give up with a higher goal
* Once I can do 100 press-ups, maintaining it should be easy
* 100 press-ups per day will count as an aerobic workout too
* This is a goal which I can maintain for a long-time
I rarely miss personal targets I set for myself. I’m also very careful about what targets I set, to ensure that I meet them. This is a straightforward and hopefully easy to target to meet.

We went on an awesome bike adventure in the Czech republic and Austria. Big thanks to Robo, Jiri and the others who made the event possible.
Anna and I went site seeing around Berlin. Too much stuff to see, not enough time! We went to Alexanderplatz, did the normal Brandenburger Tor touristy stuff, then headed to the DDR museum.
I’ve done some dumb arse shit in my time. Last night I added to that by causing Rubens Barrichello, the most experienced Formula 1 driver of all time to crash into me with his racing car.
Okay, it’s a virtual racing car, but it was actually the real Rubens Barrichello driving it! Thankfully he didn’t seem to be grumpy at me π
It is with great joy that I can proudly say I have managed to not kill myself for 20 million minutes π I turned 20 million minutes old just now π
I’d like to firstly thank my mum and dad for giving me the skills necessary in life to avoid walking in front of cars and eating poisoned food.
Secondly I’d like to thank my friends, most notably Chris Laing who has kindly chosen not to execute me (yet?) and all the other wonderful people who have convinced me to be careful when crossing the street.

We cycled from Strausberg to Schwedt in Germany, stopping off at a small border town in Poland along the way. A good time had by all π
Humans are inherently unhappy by nature. No matter how good their conditions are, they’ll always find something to be depressed about.
I often wonder if the homeless bum jerking himself off in front of everyone is happier than everyone who is looking at him and thinking “what a miserable life he must have”.
Response to blog post by Anthony Cole about mental health.