To cut a long story short, I’ve been on a diet. Primarily to “toighten” up for the summer, but with the more pressing need to lost about half a stone for the upcoming StoneChase re-debut after an absence. Truth is, if I don’t get weight shifted, I have a feeling that my knees won’t hold out!
My Mum believes in the diet, I believe in the diet, and (most importantly!) Kylie Minogue believes in the diet, as it used to be her pre-tour rehearsal routine. Essentially it’s very Atkins-y, with plenty of salad and grapefruit added.
I’m quite looking forward to it, as there is real food involved so I’ll be cooking (which I enjoy), eating (which I enjoy) and at the end of it, gigging (which I enjoy). Being meat-based, it’s a very short term plan, which I can live with! (If you know me, you’ll know how important cake, pie, and jelly are to me!)
If there’s anything left of me and the knees have held out, I’ll report back!
Happy eating people!
Nothing clever this week,but I do have a lot of things written,ready to publish over the next few days, so brace yourselves!
I was reading Stephen Fry’s excellent The Fry Chronicles recently (ace christmas present- thanks Neil!), part of which retold a story I’ve heard before in which motorbike couriers in London used to be referred to as “donors”.
Which brought me to my point: can anyone explain to me why organ donation in the UK is these days an Opt in?
I understand some people object to organ donation on the basis of their personal beliefs. This is absolutely fine, and I have no quarrel with anyone who does not wish their bits to be used: an opt-out should be allowed, as individual beliefs should always be held important.
But why, when we hear about appeals for organs and shortages of potential matches, is the legal default not “please use anything that works”? As I understand it: even if I carry a donor card and make everyone aware of what my intentions are, one of my family can veto my wishes, and have useful bits burned with the rest of me.
This, to me, is nonsensical. My liver will be stuff all use to me when I’m gone, and may do some good for someone else.
So if you’re reading this, please remind everyone that I do want to be divvied up as would be most useful.
This week, I have privated my blog.
It kind of displays my feelings around the Isle of Man postal workers strike, and it will either get me into trouble with my own employers or upset one or the other side of the Postal Workers spit.
So, for this week, the silence is golden (but my eyes still see!)
I was playing a gig recently, and I put on a piece of clothing that isn’t mine.
Well, I say not mine. It’s something I’ve had for well over 14 years now. By anyone’s reckoning, I think it’s mine, and it’s far far too late in every way to give it back.
The person who it used to belong to never saw me gig, and only ever heard me play any sort of guitar from a distance.
I wonder what they would think if they watched me rockabilly the hell out of a guitar, and essentially turn into a person they don’t know in the process.
Would they be proud? Would they even stay around for the end?
Well, who knows! I never could second-guess them. I know I enjoy it, and I’m looking forward to getting back to match-fitness!
My guess is, though, that they’d tell me to just drink whiskey and shut up (great song by Brian Setzer- check it out if you can!)
…Coming to you every hour, on the hour. (ELO in case you’re wondering).
Many apologies- I’ve had a busy few weeks with trips away, some work stuff, and lovely people.
I will blog furiously to get my count back up to 1 per week (there’s one missing, but I’ve “privated” that one as it’s just for my eyes), but for now:
Quick catchup on the last trip away: weather meant I didn’t get my first jump. Ah well… The good people of Tilstock have offered me cash to stay away in the future…
Quick catchup on work stuff: big changes at the place where change happenz. Fortunately change is what I seem to handle best in my professional life, so I’m looking forward to the challenges it’s going to bring.
Quick catchup on lovely people: I have very good friends, an awesome family, and a lovely lady sharing lives with me (hers, her son’s, and mine). I am very lucky.
The world at large gets crazier by the day, and I do get upset by the troubles around the world. May everyone in a troubled area stay safe and get home as soon as possible.