Bank Holidays for me, will always just be an extra lazy Sunday. I do not get involved in DIY, so find myself doing other odd jobs around the house. I got up late, around 10am and headed straight over to Slough, to the temple. When I got back, I lounged about for a bit but knew I had to fit in the dreaded cardio session at the gym at some point. Rather than go later in the evening, I left around quarter to two in the afternoon, taking my sister’s car as she had just come home. By the time I got onto the bike, I knew I was going to face an uphill struggle. Instead of watching my usual thirty five minutes of Sky News, I switched to BBC1 to watch Cool Runnings. Yeah mon! I can see it now, the sequel, Cool Runnings 2: The Story of Bolt. It was great to watch the movie again, even though I have seen it at least eight times since 1993. However, when I switched to the treadmill, I had almost no reception on BBC1. The picture was graining, no colour but good enough sound. So I opted to switch to the stats screen and just listen to the dialogue. Just my luck it had to be at the most dramatic part for their second run when they sleigh falls apart. By the time I got home, my family were watching Team GB come off the British Airways Boeing 747 ‘Pride’.

People who know me, are well aware I am a very patriotic person. Putting my country of England and Great Britain before that of my parents and the beautiful India. My view on these matters is simple and clear cut. You loyalties should lie with the country of your birth and no where else. My Mum had got an Olympic t-shirt for my first cousin Ramzi. (Although it is a bit big for him at the moment). I took some photographs last night and actually quite like the lion emblem. This may sound a bit mushy but to see athletes put everything onto the line, the blood, the sweat and the tears to achieve the pinnacle of their career, an Olympic medal (regardless of colour). I well up a little and have a tear in my eye as they are on the podium and face the flag as the national anthem is played. Nineteen times over the past sixteen days. A great achievement but an inspiration to others. Last night, as there was nothing really worth watching on TV (yet again) I watched Flight 93 (later renamed United 93. A great movie, very well put together to describe what happened on board that doomed flight on September 11th 2001. It was very quick, switching between the flight and loved ones on the ground as people in first class made calls home and also made plans to storm the cockpit. Well worth watching but make sure you are prepared for the emotional outpouring. It makes me think back to the events of the day and as I was watching on BBC1 here in Wycombe, the flight was in the air and the passengers planned to fight back. It is 23:10 as I begin this part of the blog post. Just got in from dropping my cousins to Bedford. Traffic was very light as expected and apart from the roadworks on the M1, it was a breeze of a drive. Listened to KISS100 until it went out of range north of Luton. Disc jockey Dynamite MC was playing some heavy tracks. There was a new track from Brandy and Trey Songz but the highlight was a remix of Mario – Let Me Love You. Called, “Let Me Heal You” it featured a mix with Marvin Gaye – Sexual Healing. On paper you would not think it would work but it did and sounded great on the drive home on the M25. Been trying to hunt the track online but no luck so far. Found it on YouTube a few weeks ago, it was not easy.