“She swallowed a fly, perhaps she’ll die…”
OR
Month: February 2003
bookmark_borderHoliday
Feeling much, much better, and actually having today and tomorrow off anyway, I decided to spend the day wandering round the shops. You know the type of wandering, the type you have to do on your own, because you are the only person who wants to look at the type of things you want to look at… clear as mud?
Put it this way, I wandered round the shopping centre, bought a new pair of jeans and a t-shirt, bought a couple of magazines (Q and a PC one if you must know), went for a coffee and lunch at Cafe Crema in Hamilton (best coffee and a delicious chicken pesto and cheese pannini), bought a house warming card for my mate Ian (who I am helping to move tomorrow) then off to Uddingston’s model shop.
No I wasn’t buying Helena Christensen (if only!) but new tyres and an upgraded engine for my remote control car.
Then onto Comet to buy some batteries (kill half an hour playing Timesplitters 2 and another 20 minutes looking for a new DVD player), the pet shop for some bird food, and then it was time to pick up Louise.
Doesn’t seem like much, but it included a long perusal of the magazines in WH Smith (who must carry every magazine published and a few that aren’t), and a stop back at home to drop off some bits and bobs, and whilst I was there I found out that the DVD player I’d sent back for repair was beyond that, so I was given a refund.
Right. I’m off to play with my remote control car, install Windows Media Player 9 and see what all the fuss is about, ohh yes and install Half-Life which I picked up for £10 (including Counter Strike and Opposing Force add-ons!).
Ohh I’m sorry, how are you?
Religion
SPEAKEASY: The one man show that is Carey Henderson, keeps getting better.
I’ve contributed one article and just sent off a short piece about my early dalliances with religion.
I don’t believe in God. (So why the capital letter? hmmm)
I do believe in people’s right to believe in whatever they want to believe in…
I do believe that some religions foster positive feelings.
I do believe that some religions are archaic and out-dated.
Quick question: Believer or not, what would the world be like without religion? (Historical events aside, extract religion from society as it is today).
And that’s quite enough of that for the moment if you ask me…
Still awake
Been awake since 7:30 a.m., which given the past few days, is something of an achievement. Mind you, I’m off for a snooze now as I can hardly keep my eyes open – hey, it’s hard work catching up, cripes what’s it going to be like when we go on holiday later in the year (Nerja for two weeks).
Ohh and isn’t it just typical, I don’t go online for a few days and the Galactic Toss Monkeys creep further into the psyche… I wonder if anyone at Google has picked up on it yet…
(and while I remember I think it’s “Galactic Toss Monkeys”… ohh darn I was gonna leave this alone wasn’t I… ohh well time for snooze methinks).
It’s mine, all mine, muwahahahaha
Ahem.
Sorry.
New domain ya see, well not new, but complete…
Anyhoo, new Tune of Moment for ya. Poignant given the current climate of impending war.
bookmark_borderDiet
We held a diet contest in my workplace last year. I won it. Lost almost two stones (28lbs) in 10 weeks. I did it healthily, started going to the gym, ate sensible, healthy foods. I felt good about myself, looked better, and enjoyed (in that embarassed way we Brits manage so well) the compliments.
I’ve since put on about a stone and not been to a gym since October last year.
I’ve always thought of myself as overweight, having never really shed the ‘puppy fat’ of childhood, and never really developing much muscle tone until my early twenties (by which point my weight was on the increase), and like most people, I have a mental image of myself that is much slimmer than I am.
I remember seeing a picture of myself taken on Christmas Day 2001. I’m sitting at the table next to my Mum, and I look huge. Now I am 6’0 and my Mum is all of 5’3 on a good day, but I was shocked. The image is still clear in my head, and hasn’t seemed to fade or curl up round the edges like so many of the images I try and store in there.
I KNOW how to eat healthily, I know I need aerobic exercise (mainly), and that anaerobic exercise won’t be of huge benefit to me, I need to diet. I need to exercise. I need to give myself a royal kick up the arse.
But it’s not that easy is it. It’s a state of mind that I can’t hold on to, it flits into my consciousness every day for fleeting minutes, and I can’t seem to grab it or hold it tight enough to make it stay. But then that problem isn’t new for me (flittering thoughts? sounds familiar). In fact it’s a daily occurance, the brief glimpse of what I SHOULD be doing, only for it to wriggle away out of reach.
I digress. Dieting and exercise. Healthy living. I have a target in mind, late August, I’ve booked the flights, and would like to enjoy the sun on my skin without worrying about what people might think of me (ohh that sounds familiar too). I’m not looking for a washboard stomach, I am quite happy to admit that I don’t have the dedication for that, but I would like mine to be flat (ish would do).
As long as it is before October 17th.
It MUST be before October 17th.
I wonder what it is like to be 30?