Thursday, 29 October 2009

The C-food diet

If it begins with 'c', don't touch it.
Chips, cheese, cakes. Worse still, cheesecakes.
Coffee, chocolate, cream.....don't even mention chocolate cream.
Crisps, candies, curries. All washed down with Coke. The list goes on.
Even coffee isn't exactly good for you and certainly not in the quantities I drink.
So here's my advice.
Next time you embark on a diet, forget about counting the calories - it's that dreaded letter again! Instead, simply avoid anything beginning with a 'c'.
Okay, so you might miss out on cabbage, cauliflower, carrots, celery and even chard, but do you care?

Tuesday, 27 October 2009


You know what it's like when milk turns. It's not good. Well it happened to me.
Last year I turned 50.
Now I don't want you to think that I've gone completely white and sour, but I'm certainly not as fresh as I once was. In fact, to be perfectly blunt, I'm well past my sell-by date and yet, for some inexplicable reason, I've been left on the shelf. Therein lies the difference between being sour and being bitter, but that's for another blog.
This one is about about how I'm coping with ageing through:

a. fitness and b. attitude

(Read that as beatitude if you wish!)

When I was younger, I used to run in shifts and shift when I ran. I was very fit and focused. On the odd occasion when I slowed down to a walk through the lack of mental stamina, I was overwhelmed with the feeling of having failed.
Now, although I only power walk, there are times when I break into a run and the warm glow of success descends upon me!
The balance of walking and running might be entirely the same
pre-50 as post-50 but, whereas before I was deflated, now I am elated.
So the moral of my story is, it doesn't matter how fast you run, time will catch up with you eventually.
And remember, when you accept a change of pace, it is easier to adapt to the pace of change.

Saturday, 24 October 2009


Don't you just hate it when people take you for a fool? Well more fool them.
I know a chap - who is but one among many - who likes to impress with all that he says and all that he does. But that counts as nothing when compared to what he says he does.
And when it comes to who he claims to know, then he knows no bounds.
There's not a mover or shaker who he has not just spoken to, or golfed with, or dined with or bored the bloody pants off!
But I've rumbled him. I now know exactly when he is talking tosh - his lips are moving.
I also know the etymology of movers and shakers.
One sight of him, you begin to shake, then quickly move.
Not unlike the collywobbles.

Thursday, 22 October 2009


Okay. I'll level with you. I do hold my views. But why would anyone want to call me opinionated?
I'll tell you why - for the simple reason that my opinions don't coincide with theirs. Because if they did, rather than call me opinionated, they would describe me as a top bloke. Sound as a pound - probably not the best currency to be tied to these days.
I suppose I could fake it but I don't do humility. Besides, that would be insincere and I don't do insincerity either.
So if you prefer iodine to anodyne, keep an eye on my blogs. Some will have a sting in their tale.