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Most sports can be real money pits, if you really put your mind to it. Triathlon attempts to be more expensive than most by combining several sports into 1.

Last night was my third sprint triathlon of the year. For this one we decided to try a different organisational company called Human Race, who are doing a monthly series sponsored by 220 Triathlon Magazine. They have a good reputation (and also organise the big Windsor Triathlon).

Yes, you read that right; in the second new lizardly discovery I’ve read about this week — this time at the excellent Not Exactly Rocket

Arranging get-togethers can be a real pain. Spontaneity has gone out the window. I find myself only spending time with people to engage in a given activity. This is bad, this is wrong. I have a solution:

Drop In, Drop Out (DIDO) Events

The sandfish (Scincus scincus) is a species of desert skink that has a nifty trick for evading predators (or just the hot sun): it submerges itself in the sand and literally swims though it — thus the name.

Bob Dylan sang:

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone

I'm in America on business and given we were spending the weekend and had no work to do we decided a jaunt to Las Vegas was in order. It's a mere 290 mile trip through scorching desert heat and since I'm not driving it's not too arduous beyond 4hrs of sitting.

Fallout 3 can sap hours of your life. After doing all the hard labour required of me this weekend, I thought I'd treat myself to some Fallout 3. The Mrs was sparko on the sofa, so why not! This is my second time through, the first I played a goody-two-shoes and went off piste for hours at a time, blithering about. Now I'm playing a Pete at his most evil. It's a stretch, I know.