A lack of self awareness

When I showed Miche the video diary I planned to post of this morning's ten mile run in training for the half marathon she winced. Visibly.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, don't you think it makes you look a little, umm, narcissistic?"

"Narcissistic?" I said in full girly-strop, "Come on, you know I'm not!"

"I know that," she said with not enough sincerity, "but anyone watching it will think your a right twat."

"Seriously? Is it that bad?"

"Scott, you winked at the bloody camera. And you never shut up. What possessed you to think that this was in any way interesting?"

"Well it interests me pet" I retorted, whilst secretly doubting my blogger instincts.

After Miche went out for the day with her friends I showed it to the kids. Nonplussed is perhaps the best word...

So, I've spent the day inwardly debating whether or not to post. To be a twat or not to be? That was my question. In the end I've thought bollocks to it.

I'd made the video on my cell phone to see if it was good enough to make a video blog of the GNR proper. As it is, the quality's crap so I won't be doing so. I'm now left with an unused video.

What's the worst that can happen? At least my small but esteemed readership will get to see what this big nosed, narcissistic, geeky twat looks like. And if Murph can post this picture, then I'm duty bound I suppose. ;-)

Be nice...