Okay. Who’s with me on this one? When it comes to healthy eating, the same people trot out the same lines time and time again. ‘Five a day’. Just eat five portions of fruit and veg a day and you’ll be fine.
But who actually manages to do this? I for one find it difficult to do three a day, let alone five. I cut up a banana into my cereal, have an apple for lunch and some green veg in the evening with my meal. Seriously, is that still not enough? It certainly feels like it should be!
Friday, July 18, 2008
i-phone?
Who wants the i-phone? It’s expensive, it will almost definitely be stolen, and you have to join O2 to get one. I mean, five years ago I was running away from O2 due to their poor customer service and rubbish talk plans. So who actually wants an i-phone?
Well, me actually. And, by the look of it, most of us. They’re by a healthy mile the coolest phone on the planet, you can browse the internet and feel like you’re on a mac, and the women love it. Well .. . that may be a stretch. . . but that internet stuff . . that’s all true. Any they’re beautiful. Like everything Apple make, it’s a sleek, cool little bundle of gorgeousness. And I want one. NOW!!
Well, me actually. And, by the look of it, most of us. They’re by a healthy mile the coolest phone on the planet, you can browse the internet and feel like you’re on a mac, and the women love it. Well .. . that may be a stretch. . . but that internet stuff . . that’s all true. Any they’re beautiful. Like everything Apple make, it’s a sleek, cool little bundle of gorgeousness. And I want one. NOW!!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Outdoor Heaters?
Are they ethical? It’s a good question. And one I’m not at all qualified to answer really. Outdoor heaters are probably not very good for the environment, but my word do they keep you warm on a chilly summer’s night when you’re having a drink outside.
They have one of these things at the freemasons arms in Wandsworth, and I’m always grateful for it when I pop out for a smoke, which I have to do outside nowadays, so for now, until they become illegal, I say enjoy!!
They have one of these things at the freemasons arms in Wandsworth, and I’m always grateful for it when I pop out for a smoke, which I have to do outside nowadays, so for now, until they become illegal, I say enjoy!!
Cricket Season
Ah, the cricket season is upon us. We search under our beds for our pads and boxes, and take to the fields of central London to attempt to hit that elusive six and take that wonder catch. And also, we watch people doing it properly on the telly.
But somehow, doing it yourself is so much better. Yes, it hurts when you take the first catch of the season, and it’s terrifying when a pace bowler is steaming in at you trying to knock your block off, but when you do connect with the sweet spot, or when you deliver an unplayable ball which the bat knicks behind for a wicket, there’s nothing quite like it. So brush off your whites and head down to Wandsworth Common, where the cricket’s flowing.
But somehow, doing it yourself is so much better. Yes, it hurts when you take the first catch of the season, and it’s terrifying when a pace bowler is steaming in at you trying to knock your block off, but when you do connect with the sweet spot, or when you deliver an unplayable ball which the bat knicks behind for a wicket, there’s nothing quite like it. So brush off your whites and head down to Wandsworth Common, where the cricket’s flowing.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Cycle London
I recently had a party, and a mate of mine left his bike round my flat. As he lives in North London, and I live South, he decided he couldn’t be bothered to pick it up for a while, so I decided to ride it around instead of my Vespa for a bit. Why not, I thought? Get in shape for summer.
My god is it tiring. The first ride I did I had to sit down for about half an hour afterwards to recover. But slowly, ever so slowly, it got easier. And now, when I ride somewhere, I actually feel energised rather than dead. Which is better, I think. Also, I’ve discovered the joys of Wandsworth cycle routes and being able to ride in the bus lanes. And yes, I do feel fitter. A bit, anyway.
My god is it tiring. The first ride I did I had to sit down for about half an hour afterwards to recover. But slowly, ever so slowly, it got easier. And now, when I ride somewhere, I actually feel energised rather than dead. Which is better, I think. Also, I’ve discovered the joys of Wandsworth cycle routes and being able to ride in the bus lanes. And yes, I do feel fitter. A bit, anyway.
Beach Bodies
Summer’s here. (Isn’t it?). And the annual beach holiday looms closer. I say looms, for me it comes sailing on the winds of time, a cloud of relaxing days, the sea lapping at my toes and the sun beating down on my loose muscles, reading the trash books you never get to read day to day.
For me that is. That’s because I don’t really care that much about my appearance. In so much as I’m happy throwing on some swim shorts and leaping into the ocean, aware that I’m never going to have the physique of Brad Pitt in Fight Club, nor Jack Black in any of his movies. I’m a happy middle ground. And I’ve come to terms with that.
For my partner it’s a different matter. Apparently everybody on the beach will be scrutinising the finer details of her body, obsessed with that mole on her leg of scoffing at her not-at-all-fat fat arms. Rubbish. People don’t care. We should celebrate our bodies as they are, and leap into that sea with relish!
For me that is. That’s because I don’t really care that much about my appearance. In so much as I’m happy throwing on some swim shorts and leaping into the ocean, aware that I’m never going to have the physique of Brad Pitt in Fight Club, nor Jack Black in any of his movies. I’m a happy middle ground. And I’ve come to terms with that.
For my partner it’s a different matter. Apparently everybody on the beach will be scrutinising the finer details of her body, obsessed with that mole on her leg of scoffing at her not-at-all-fat fat arms. Rubbish. People don’t care. We should celebrate our bodies as they are, and leap into that sea with relish!
Red Meat
When I was younger I noticed that a friend of mine wasn’t eating red meat. He ate fish, chicken, and lots of vegetables, but never red meat. So I confronted him with his oddity, and he came back with: ‘red meat rots the brain’. I scoffed. Science for the insane. Red meat tastes good buddy, hop on the burger train.
However, reminded of this later in life, I am beginning to wonder if he wasn’t on to something. I certainly notice when I’ve had a sausage or a burger that I feel much more sluggish than normal, and when I eat fresh fruit and veg I feel more alert and energised. So I’ve decided to give this theory a go, and see if my rotting brain comes back to life.
However, reminded of this later in life, I am beginning to wonder if he wasn’t on to something. I certainly notice when I’ve had a sausage or a burger that I feel much more sluggish than normal, and when I eat fresh fruit and veg I feel more alert and energised. So I’ve decided to give this theory a go, and see if my rotting brain comes back to life.
Kung Fu Panda
I went to see this panda-hero animated film the other day, on the back of some rave reviews in the paper, and I must say, it was pretty good. It had a lot of good gags in it, mainly to do with how fat the panda was, a great hero voiced by the loveable Jack Black, and a sexy tigress (Angelina of course). Add to this a genuinely scary bad guy, a wise yoda-esque turtle sage and some great fight sequences, and you’re left with a thoroughly enjoyable film.
However, spending almost ten pounds to watch and hour and a half’s worth of a cartoon, no matter how good, seems to me something of a con. I mean, I get family guy on every night and don’t have to pay for it, and that’s a lot funnier than this. I suppose I feel that if it’s worth going to the cinema, you should see something which really needs to be seen at the cinema. A surround sound special effects epic, or a film so steeped in political intrigue that the focus a cinema viewing brings is necessary. But for a cartoon . . . not sure.
However, spending almost ten pounds to watch and hour and a half’s worth of a cartoon, no matter how good, seems to me something of a con. I mean, I get family guy on every night and don’t have to pay for it, and that’s a lot funnier than this. I suppose I feel that if it’s worth going to the cinema, you should see something which really needs to be seen at the cinema. A surround sound special effects epic, or a film so steeped in political intrigue that the focus a cinema viewing brings is necessary. But for a cartoon . . . not sure.
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