Weekend

Friday night I went to see the Time Traveller's Wife with the girlfriend. I found this film to be boring and confusing. If Eric Bana can go back and forth in time to unscrupulously win the lottery then surely he can save his mother from dying in a car crash. I got lost midway through the film when all of a sudden there were 2 or 3 different Eric Bana's time travelling all over the place.

As always, the book is apparently better than the film.

Saturday I played rugby at North Berwick and I totally fucked my back after it being sore last week. I came off at half time and spent the rest of the weekend like an octogenarian.

Three months of fitness, running and gym work and now i am injured and back to square 1. Not happy.

Being immobile on Sunday meant that I could watch a lot of the World Championship Athletics. Usain Bolt must be from a different planet. He barely looks like he is even sprinting and yet blasted his own WR out of the water.

Jess Ennis was pretty awesome in the heptathlon also and good on her for getting Gold. Her mate Hazel looked pretty annoying on the BBC coverage - jumping on her bandwagon after winning the Gold.

I like the confidence that the 100m sprinters show in the heats and the final - gesticulating to the crowd and the cameras when their name and lane number is announced - along with heavyweight boxers they must be the most confident and arrogant sportsmen going.

Then the cameras panned in to Usain's Puma spikes - he has 'who faster?' embroidered in each heel!