I'm not dead!

It’s easy to forget how draining it is to fast. The first couple days often breeze by in a rush of excitement and adrenaline. By mid-month though, when you come to the realisation that you’re only half-way through, the waking up, the staying up, the going hungry, all starts to bear a little heavier.

I offer this mainly as an apology for the absenteeism from blogging. The plan was to blog regularly. Hopefully over the next two weeks or so, the last fortnight of Ramadan, I can pick it up and make a better go of it.

To bring you up to speed then, let me assure everyone that no, I’ve not been away rioting. I suspect that given Ramadan, not many Muslims have been involved in any of that, at least not in committing the rioting, in any case. If there were, a lot more Chicken Cottages would’ve been looted, I bet. I’m sure there’s lessons to be learnt from all of this, but for me, the image of Tariq Jahan, whose son Haroon was killed defending his community, patient and stoic in the face of tragedy and media attention, has been inspiring.

Oh, and I'm flogging a load of trainers, at bargain prices.  Left shoe only, mind.