Ahoy me Bloggers :- The anticipation is rising. The tension is building. And this is just the beginning. I look around around and everything seems to be in slow motion. There are people every where. They all seem to be looking at me. There is a sudden noise. And we are off. Running, speeding, sprinting, as fast as I can, leaping over any obstacle, I must be first. Faster. Faster. Faster.
I look up to the sound of a pneumatic 'whoosh'. It's the 9.18 106 bus to Magil.
"Whadda yer doing mate? Trying to qualify for the Olympics?"
Cut.
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