Posts under ‘Navel Gazing’

Hello loves.
It’s been ages, huh? I’ve missed you.
Unhappily I’ve been trying to do too much and as a direct consequence I’ve been failing at pretty much everything. I wanted to write something on Sunday, but I was hungover thanks to the lovely Jules’s birthday bash *and* I stupidly decided that I really ought to moderate the 800-odd comments on [...]

It’s January. It’s cold. It’s a bloody stupid time to start a diet. No one will have any idea of how fat (or otherwise) I am because I am wearing so many clothes.
That’s why I don’t feel at all guilty about my food intake today. It looks like this:
- One pot of ambrosia creamed rice [...]

The reds often visit at this time of year.
Infinitely reliable,
Well, more than some I could mention;
And always intent upon outstaying their welcome.
They are attracted to baubles and tinsel and bad Christmas songs;
In just a few more sleeps, 
They will all be gone…

I think that there are very few people on the planet who are truly comfortable in their own skin. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty comfortable, but nonetheless suffer with a millionty (yes that is a number) teeny tiny insecurities which have a habit of turning me into a big giant ball of fear.
The fear is [...]

Perhaps it’s the magical lip loosening quality of excess alcohol consumption…
Perhaps all the intelligent people go to bed early… Who knows?
Nevertheless examples of extreme stupidity and ignorance masquerading as wisdom can regularly be witnessed on the 23:37pm from Waterloo.
Last night I was treated to a gem:
“Philosophy thinking for an hour day, prevents alzheimers, dementia an’ that.”
Oh dear God.