So after my first week on the Knowledge full time I’ve managed to knock out 16 runs. Before this I was averaging about 5 or 6 runs per week. I’m also calling over 50 runs per day which means I start on a different run each time I call over and this makes the most tedious of chores slightly more interesting. I’m at the end of list 9 now and up to 144 runs so I need to be disciplined about doing at least 16 per week and by the end of next week I’ll have finished Blue Book 2 (BB2) and will be half way through the official runs. I also joined a Knowledge School and find it really quite inspiring being with a bunch of guys all aiming for the same goal. It’s more than a little daunting seeing how much I don’t know, but I can now get home from places like Harlesden and Acton. Before I started the Knowledge last July I really wouldn’t have had a clue. This isn’t a 3 year Degree course – it takes as long as it takes.
When I was out and about on my runs last week I made my way to Naval Row which is the start of the run from East India Station to London Fields Station. Anyway before this I’ve polished off my flask of tea and 2 bottles of water and was absolutely bursting for a squirt. I parked up and then had to get a parking ticket from the machine. As I walked towards the The Streamship pub I could feel the urgency to get to the toilets with each step. When I walked in the barmaid was serving someone. ‘Great’ I thought and made a beeline for the gents. I got to the urinal and undid my fly ready to whip my old chap out. I’m now hopping on one leg and swearing a lot. Then I couldn’t find the fly on my boxers. Bollocks – I’ve only put my boxers on back to front. There’s only one thing for it.
I really wouldn’t recommend that on your first visit to a pub in east London you stand at the urinal with your strides and boxers round your knees. I was so relieved to be emptying my bladder that it was only afterwards that I thought about the fact that I could have got battered for treating the place like a gay bar – or worst still gotten rogered senseless. Lucky for me then that nobody walked in. Happy that I’d not pissed myself I had half a Guiness and then made my way to Mentmore Terrace and Set Down on Left (S.D.O.L) for London Fields Station.