It’s the last day of my four day set-orgy in Budapest. By now I have a morbid dread of getting so close to my 100 set target and failing that I’m out super-early yet again. I’m starting to flag by now. In fact it seems horrifying to have to do 25 more sets that day.… Continue reading

Day three and I’m up and out early. My goal of 100 sets is now tangible and possible. There’s a remarkable clarity of purpose that comes when the weasel is vanquished. I scoff my breakfast and don’t dawdle: all the minutiae of nano-weasels that it’s possible to build into a day are voided. In fact… Continue reading