Day 4 arrived, up early for breakfast and the day’s first briefing. We had one more dive that morning to get our open water PADI licence. In the afternoon the choice was another standard dive or to sign up to get our Adventure PADI licence. This meant we would need to learn to go down [...]
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Deep Blue
When I arrived in Australia, the plan was that I’d only be here for 6 months. Build the business I’d been brought over to launch for Davis Langdon, employ a leader for the Australian business and then pack my bags and go home to blighty. With such a short window of opportunity I was going [...]
The Trials and Tribulations of my Left Knee – Part 3: The Double Explosion and the Spanish Inquisition
So Wednesday arrived and all the tubes were taken out. I was given training on my crutches with a full leg plaster and finally discharged with rattling packs of painkillers in my pockets. Once home, I was told to have the next few days off to rest before going back to work. The first night [...]
The Trials and Tribulations of my Left Knee – Part 2: My Florence Nightingale
I went under the knife again. Counting backwards from 10 as the anesthetist instructed. I was out in seconds, and as if by magic, or so it seems, woke up instantly to what can only be described as hell!!! There was turmoil around me as the nurses were waking me. I was being pushed out [...]
The Trials and Tribulations of my Left Knee – Part 1
We all have those events in our lives that, without knowing it at the time, have a huge impact on our future. On a winter Sunday morning in 1998 I had one of those events. ‘Chariots United’, a team I’d built a couple of years before, were playing away from home in Stotfold, Bedfordshire. It’s [...]
The day I was outrun by a Teletubbie – Part 2
At the half way point crossing Tower Bridge I was struggling to keep up with Paul and he was struggling to stay slow for me. We agreed he should head off and I was all alone with another 3,000 people around me!!! At 17 miles I hit the “wall”. Having previously run 16 mile races [...]
The day I was outrun by a teletubbie – Part 1
Back in 1998 I snapped my ACL in my left knee playing football. Whilst sitting in my hospital bed, having been told I should never do strenuous exercise again unless I wanted to have a replacement knee later in life, I was watching the London Marathon on TV. Never being one who liked being told [...]
