So with the downtime with my internet hookup, i've been doing some thinking about this blog.
I did write several articles ago about expanding my blogging. I have kicked off a movie blog but do i keep this one as a fitness journal type of thing and then do another general interest one? I want to do photo blogging as well so should I meld all that or keep it seperate?
Decisions, decisions!
Saturday, 29 September 2012
Remember Me?
Have you missed me? I can tell you something, BT suck major, major donkey dick and they’re the reason I’ve not been online.
The health scare I had is sorted, more or less so that’s a relief. The chap who started the whole drama off at work has been sacked. The reason why? Well when he first started he told everyone he had a severely disabled son and he made great hay out of fundraising for hospitals etc. Not only was he a racist wanker but he utterly made up having a disabled kid and the money was taken in fraud. What an utter tosser!
Things with Charlotte are moving along nicely. We had a lovely evening in London the other week. I decided to surprise her and told her to be at Rochester station at 1400. We got to London (£20 return each! Fucking hell!), and took in the National Gallery which was lovely, and I’ll return to my thoughts on art in a later blog. After that we had an arm in arm stroll around Trafalgar Square and we then wound our way to Leicester Square.
We did a fair bit of people watching before we got hypnotised by the bright lights and loud sounds coming from this place. I loved it, in a sort of horror show kind of way. There were pyjamas, t shirts, pens, cat collars and dog leads (I bought one of those for Milly) and basically just about everything you can think of with the M&Ms logo and characters plastered across them. There are 4 floors of relentless consumerism and the cap on the bottle is the Colour Room, a room filled with tall cylinders of every colour of M&M you can imagine. I resisted the urge to splurge but the way some people were filling bags up with candy was a little frightening.
After that we went to a video games arcade where I was soundly whupped at Mario Kart. From there we wound our way round the streets looking for somewhere to eat. We passed on the eateries in Chinatown, seeing as most of Chinese cooking here is full of grease and all sorts of bad stuff. We were going to go for steak but the first place we checked was prohibitively expensive and the second was massively busy. We settled on an Italian place on Charing Cross Road, and it was very nice indeed. We got our train home after a stroll through town and a full on snog fest in Covent Garden.
Actually, I wont want to go too sugary but I had a conversation with Charlotte earlier. See, her parents are very well off and have taken early retirement and bought a farm in France. This Christmas they’re going on vacation and just so the rest of the family here in Medway eat properly (coz us being adults, we cant cook) have decided to hire a restaurant on Christmas Day and that now extends to me as well. Being part of a proper couple makes me all warm and fuzzy!
The health scare I had is sorted, more or less so that’s a relief. The chap who started the whole drama off at work has been sacked. The reason why? Well when he first started he told everyone he had a severely disabled son and he made great hay out of fundraising for hospitals etc. Not only was he a racist wanker but he utterly made up having a disabled kid and the money was taken in fraud. What an utter tosser!
Things with Charlotte are moving along nicely. We had a lovely evening in London the other week. I decided to surprise her and told her to be at Rochester station at 1400. We got to London (£20 return each! Fucking hell!), and took in the National Gallery which was lovely, and I’ll return to my thoughts on art in a later blog. After that we had an arm in arm stroll around Trafalgar Square and we then wound our way to Leicester Square.
We did a fair bit of people watching before we got hypnotised by the bright lights and loud sounds coming from this place. I loved it, in a sort of horror show kind of way. There were pyjamas, t shirts, pens, cat collars and dog leads (I bought one of those for Milly) and basically just about everything you can think of with the M&Ms logo and characters plastered across them. There are 4 floors of relentless consumerism and the cap on the bottle is the Colour Room, a room filled with tall cylinders of every colour of M&M you can imagine. I resisted the urge to splurge but the way some people were filling bags up with candy was a little frightening.
After that we went to a video games arcade where I was soundly whupped at Mario Kart. From there we wound our way round the streets looking for somewhere to eat. We passed on the eateries in Chinatown, seeing as most of Chinese cooking here is full of grease and all sorts of bad stuff. We were going to go for steak but the first place we checked was prohibitively expensive and the second was massively busy. We settled on an Italian place on Charing Cross Road, and it was very nice indeed. We got our train home after a stroll through town and a full on snog fest in Covent Garden.
Actually, I wont want to go too sugary but I had a conversation with Charlotte earlier. See, her parents are very well off and have taken early retirement and bought a farm in France. This Christmas they’re going on vacation and just so the rest of the family here in Medway eat properly (coz us being adults, we cant cook) have decided to hire a restaurant on Christmas Day and that now extends to me as well. Being part of a proper couple makes me all warm and fuzzy!
Friday, 7 September 2012
Showing Off!
I’m not one given to showing off but damn I’m good!
Weighed myself last night after training before I started the 3 and a half mile trot home (I resent the hell out of paying for a bus or train for that measly a distance), and I’m now bang on 14 stone or for you foreign types out there, 196lbs whereas when I started training, I was 340lbs. I have become really quite broad across the shoulders and in old English, I’m built like a brick shithouse. I look pretty fucking good when I look at myself in the mirror.
See, working out and getting fit is hard and its supposed to be or there’d be no point in doing it, but the rewards are beyond measure. Not only am I fit the literal sense (9 rounds of hard sparring? Bring it on!) but I’m pretty darned fit in the pejorative sense. This is where I don’t understand the mindset of the people, that despite major evidence to the contrary, cant seem to get their fat heads round the fact that exercise is good for you.
I was called a body fascist the other day by someone when I commented that the lard bucket I saw eating a large bag of crisps maybe should swap them for some fruit. I don’t get the trend for telling people it’s ok to weight 350lbs, that being fat means you’re beautiful and perfectly normal. No you’re not and it’s massively irresponsible to tell you otherwise. We cant give out the mixed messages of healthy eating on one hand and then mollycoddling fatties on the other. Yes it’s rude of me to look down my nose at the obese but they’re the ones who made themselves that way, not me and no amount of patting them on the back and saying it’s ok to eat a family bucket of KFC all to yourself is going to make them feel better, not really.
Weighed myself last night after training before I started the 3 and a half mile trot home (I resent the hell out of paying for a bus or train for that measly a distance), and I’m now bang on 14 stone or for you foreign types out there, 196lbs whereas when I started training, I was 340lbs. I have become really quite broad across the shoulders and in old English, I’m built like a brick shithouse. I look pretty fucking good when I look at myself in the mirror.
See, working out and getting fit is hard and its supposed to be or there’d be no point in doing it, but the rewards are beyond measure. Not only am I fit the literal sense (9 rounds of hard sparring? Bring it on!) but I’m pretty darned fit in the pejorative sense. This is where I don’t understand the mindset of the people, that despite major evidence to the contrary, cant seem to get their fat heads round the fact that exercise is good for you.
I was called a body fascist the other day by someone when I commented that the lard bucket I saw eating a large bag of crisps maybe should swap them for some fruit. I don’t get the trend for telling people it’s ok to weight 350lbs, that being fat means you’re beautiful and perfectly normal. No you’re not and it’s massively irresponsible to tell you otherwise. We cant give out the mixed messages of healthy eating on one hand and then mollycoddling fatties on the other. Yes it’s rude of me to look down my nose at the obese but they’re the ones who made themselves that way, not me and no amount of patting them on the back and saying it’s ok to eat a family bucket of KFC all to yourself is going to make them feel better, not really.
Sunday, 2 September 2012
There's Something In The Air
So I’ve been seeing someone for a few weeks now. Her name is charlotte and she’s several years younger than me. She works as a anaesthesiologist in the hospital in town and she lives in the posh end of Medway. Her part of town only has a few drunks defecating outside!
We met at the Dickens Festival in Rochester where she was at the cider bar with her friends. I got her number and we took things from there. We’ve both decided that instead of jumping into bed right away and rushing things we are going to do it all the old fashioned way of courting. that’s a long winded way of saying I’m really quite fond of her and don’t want to balls it all up.
You may question why I’m telling you this and that reason?
I just like to show off!
Cupid sure did take his sweet, sweet time in drawing back his bow but the arrow has surely hit home.
We met at the Dickens Festival in Rochester where she was at the cider bar with her friends. I got her number and we took things from there. We’ve both decided that instead of jumping into bed right away and rushing things we are going to do it all the old fashioned way of courting. that’s a long winded way of saying I’m really quite fond of her and don’t want to balls it all up.
You may question why I’m telling you this and that reason?
I just like to show off!
Cupid sure did take his sweet, sweet time in drawing back his bow but the arrow has surely hit home.
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