Sunday, October 16, 2005
I Against I
"If you can't some something nice, don't say anything at all"
And such is my philosophy towards this place. I apologise for the lack of posts of late, but I feared that I didn't have much to say that was fun. I'm ok. Really. Just had a busy, mad, exhausting couple of weeks, with stress and bother. I'm only referring to it now by way of explanation, as there's nothing worse than a blog of self indulgent moaning about one's lot in life. As my dad would say, "There's kids starving in Africa. Now finish your brocolli!"
Away from the dull weight of life crushing my spirit, there's been some cool stuff too! DJing at one of London's most exclusive (read: expensive) nightspots. For about 15 minutes! Helping out on the very first Peel Day, which was a huge honour. And I've also filled that whole in my soul left by the absence of religion with plenty of material purchases, be they records, comic books, clothes or classic movies on DVD. Only last night I managed 1 pub gathering, 2 houseparties and falling asleep on the nightbus, having to use the emergency exit button to get out. I wandered round Trafalgar Square at 4am, a little confused and disorientated, in a pensive mood, surveying the statues.
And today I have been obscenely hungover. I still have the shakes as i write this now. Mum's roast lunch did help, but it's one of those things that you just have to grin and bear. I've been filling myself with chocolate and smoothies (one cancels out the other, right?) as some form of antidote, but it's not working. Oh well.
And the trip home to see the folks today for my Dad's birthday has inspired me. My Dad, who's always, shall we say, enjoyed his food, has gone a diet after feeling a bit ropey and going to the doctors. He's ok, but he needs to lose weight. And fair play to the man, he chucked out all the sweets and fizzy drinks and savoury snacks. He's lost over a stone in 5 weeks since I last saw him, and he looks loads better already. His clothes are falling off him, and he seems a much more relaxed and happy person. So... I come home and look in the mirror and think "I could have some of that." I know I've proclaimed fitness vows on here before, but now I've a point to prove, and a genuine inspiration. Whilst I'm not exactly a super fatso myself, I've certainly inherited his sweet tooth, and could stand to lose a few pounds. So I think I'm gonna follow his example. Wish me luck. With my lack of willpower, I'm going to need it...
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