Matt Pinsent

@mattpinsent.bsky.social

I’ve won four Olympic gold medals, fathered three children since and now watching them become adults. Oh and one dog.

A propos of absolutely nothing - was yoghurt (particularly plain) just not a thing in 70's Britain? I have absolutely no memory of it before being a teenager and now it's sort of taken over as a fridge staple.

Fruit tea is horrendous. Smells like "fruits of the forest", looks pleasingly red as it carefully steeps exactly as directed on the packet. But tastes like it once met a blackberry, but only by chance, in 1995, at a work conference, in Brighton, but it might have been a redcurrant.

Why is my brain organised so that a) I forget a relatively significant task (easily accomplished) for all of yesterday and simultaneously b) it stores away the name of the guy who liked the shaver so much he bought the company. Victor Kiam. WHY?

I seem to have hit a seam of avgeek on here. I mean it’s all lovely … there’s a lot of airports and planes. And wings. And routes. What’s the transponder code for ‘I’m okay with this’?