mark craig postcard from london
Getting used to all things old, metric and on wrong side
You would not want to move an American couch in London. Old, small and narrow pretty much describes everything from the streets to the buildings to the bathtubs.
Speaking of which, I don't know my Olympics history, but I'm guessing the Brits have great high jumpers. It takes a running start and a Fosbury Flop to get into their showers.
And these kilometers and kilograms and pounds and stones have all got to go. Got on a treadmill and punched in "6.4." Was puzzled when it didn't go faster than a brisk walk. Kept punching the "up" arrow until it hit 10.3, which felt about right. I don't know how fast 10.3 is in the U.S., but I do know it's fast enough for me to fall facedown and be shot through the back wall.
By the way, never follow Chip Scoggins to the right side of a British bus and stand there for 10 seconds looking puzzled because there's no door until remembering the whole drive-on-the-other-side-of-the-road thing. Chip's taking that one hard. Hats off to London, but Chip beat himself on that one.
He'll bounce back. We as an organization have complete confidence in him. But I would like to announce that I've given him a rib injury and a bye next week.