Early one today. Out and about this afternoon on various matters. I’ve been on a couple of other less important missions during this abbreviated week. Both ended disappointingly. One can, but try.
For want of anything better to tune into on the radio I tend to listen to “Wake Up to Money” as I wend my way along quiet Suffolk roads on route to the station every morning. It’s a pretty rubbish programme truth be told, but every now and again one or other of my clients comes on to discuss their views on markets which can be illuminating, and the other thing that makes me chuckle is when one of the reporters, Mickey Clark it is more often than not, tells us what a particular Asian market appears to have done overnight failing to spot that it was in fact shut for a holiday and he is reporting the previous days action. Little things please little minds.
For some reason I took it upon myself on Wednesday, as I settled into my train seat prior to perusing the morning’s flow of research reports, to send a cheeky little text (85058 is the number just so you know) to the programme pointing out the error of their ways. Mickey had told us that the Nikkei had risen 135 points to 19,445. However, I knew that the market was shut. It was the start of Golden Week of course. I listened the next morning eagerly anticipating that the smart Alec David would get some acknowledgment. But no, would you believe it? Mickey blithely relayed the news that the Japanese stock market was strong again, up 135 points to 19,445. I sent another text informing them that the market was still closed on holiday, but I’m afraid it was to no avail. Astonishingly this morning with Japan enjoying its third day off, Mickey was at it again. It’s almost as if he is mocking me now.
My second hapless moment came along as I ratcheted up my return to running after my near career ending posterior cruciate ligament injury. A friend of mine had reported an astonishingly fast time on Strava and with the competitive juices flowing I decided on Tuesday evening when I got home that having a few runs under my belt the time was right to let off a bit of steam. It wasn’t the knee, but my calf muscle wasn’t up to it and though I chuntered downhill at a commendable 7.03 minutes per mile, I came to a crunching halt after a couple of miles and ended walking 1.5 miles back home feeling quite sorry for myself. The point of this boring little story I am coming to. I’ve had enough of physiotherapy so I decided to try acupuncture. Very brave I thought too.
The “physician” was a slightly eccentric bloke. He immediately sensed I was not great with needles. I think it was the way I leapt for the couch before the floor came into play. So, I appreciate the fact that he diverted me with all sorts of banter about spiritualism, channels and the role that different organs have to play on ones mood as he stuck pins into the back of my leg. People tell me they feel a kind of tingling sensation. It was a bit more than that as far as I’m concerned which made the fact that when he got me to turn over he started sticking needles in the wrong leg all the more upsetting. Pointless too….ho ho. Despite that I have to tell you I limped into his clinic and amazing though it is to relate I walked out feeling so much better, albeit £90 lighter. My new best friend said he would email me his bank account details and I could pay him online. I don’t know, but I felt I should warn Sophie, who, it may not surprise you, does scour the bank account transactions with a keen eye, what my payment to “Heavens Gate” involved just in case she should get the wrong idea about what I’ve been up to.
Talking of calf muscles, if you have access to Youtube, this is a classic: Guido Hatzis and the Electric bugaloo…. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mz2zYsuCPCQ
Off to the 2,000 Guineas tomorrow and hoping Eminent will deliver.
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