Blogging for freedom

Day 4. People from all over the world have contacted me in solidarity with my decision to
exercise my right to free speech and blog the shit out of this marathon. Nelson Mandela, Nay Phone Latt, the Dalai Lama. . .I got a particularly poignant message from a Chinese prostitute called Miang Jian Lee. She had been blogging her life in China for the past 3 years, but she was flung in Jail by the Chinese authorities for expressing herself in blog (or blatantly soliciting sex in public, like, whatever). Myself and Miang have a lot in common: we're trendsetters who are fighting for peoples rights in the face of facist control and blatant naysaying.

Theres always dissenters. There is always those who say "don't do that, thats too risky". "Marathons are for those in Life who can achieve nothing else" they say. Thats probably what they told Alexander Fleming just before he invented penicillin. Feck, that reminds me that the boss told me to pick her up some Super Ted Vitamin C tables while i was out. The small, plastic, bear-shaped bottle will have to slip into my breaffies on the jog home. They're tight enough to hold it. Hell i reckon i could do a full shop, stuff it down there and not loose as much as a frozen chicken kiev on the jog home.