I love going to see the London Marathon with my dad. He needs me to go because he is terrified of London & will get lost. Now, this may sound like standing in the rain for several hours, watching idiots trying to kill themselves, but I always have fun. It starts at 5:30am, when we leave to get the bus. There's this road we have to go down to get there; dual carriageway, long & straight, no speed cameras. We managed to hit 135mph this year \o/

The starting line is all cordoned off for security reasons, but my dad gets in every year to give his runners a last minute pep talk. It's gotten to the point where people are taking bets as to how he does it. We waited until the security guards were looking the other way, climbed over the fence & then under a lorry. Next year he says he wants to steal uniforms. I told him he'd been watching too much Supernatural.

My dad is awesome, you guys.

Then we stole lucozade from the runners supply & I got to watch my dad give the 'OMG you dyed your hair >:(' speech to someone who was not me. The guy in question used green spray dye. The result was quite amusing once he started sweating. He looked like a zombie!

We went to the seven mile mark and did not get lost! In fact we didn't get lost all day, which is a first. I was sitting on a pillar, and my dad was standing on the other one, jumping up & down, screaming at people to run faster. He likes yelling at celebrities best. He gets particularly creative at Gordon Ramsey. For the last few years he's been getting progressively more imaginative about how crap Ramsey is running & what the fucker should do to go faster. Standing on top of the pillar this year was a mistake.

Gordon Ramsey ran away from my dad. He saw him up there & swerved right over the other side of the road, causing my dad to let out a surprised 'get your fat arse into gear, Ramsey boy... bastard.' But then we went to twenty miles & dad caught him by surprise by standing on top of a barrier. You could see the 'oh God not him again' look in his eyes.



That's my bf next to him. He spent most of the day being very bemused at the whole thing, but he made the boring bits a lot more tolerable. While my dad was up there, he caught one of his runners walking. He was going right beside the barrier, so dad clipped him around the ear.