This is the moment you’ve barely given a second thought. It’s time to see the graph. But first, what does the graph show? What does it tell us? It’s tells us that I’m shit at dieting. I’ve lost a rounded-up pound since last Friday. By rounded-up pound I mean that the little ticket the Boots weight machine prints out says I’ve lost a pound, but a quick sense check (looking at the change in weight in kilos) shows I haven’t. I’ve lost 0.3kg. 0.66lbs. 300g. The equivalent weight of a packet of Chocolate Hob Nobs, ironically enough an entire packet of which I’ve eaten in the past two days. I know what you’re thinking. I’m a useless, disgusting, greedy bollocks. Read the rest of this entry »
This blog will be a slightly disjointed affair, as I have several points to make; sadly none of them are of any real interest or importance. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s that time of year again. Time for reflection. Time, perhaps, for feeling guilty after the excesses of the past couple of weeks. It’s time for a new start. Yep, it’s time for new year’s resolutions.
But does anyone actually bother? I get the impression that most people talk about new year’s resolutions, but few ever actually see them through to any kind of outcome. Read the rest of this entry »
…both metaphorically and very literally.
2pm local time yesterday I sat sweating in the relative cool of the hotel reception, the thermometer on the wall proudly boasting 34 degrees C in said relatively cool area (it must have been another 5 degrees warmer outside. It was – and at the risk of dumbfounding you with meteorological jargon - stinking fucking hot). Read the rest of this entry »
Let me take you by the hand and lead you — not through the streets of London — but to Loughborough, June 2008.
Seeking to relive their ‘glory days,’ four former Accountancy students go back to the university town in which they so frequently disgraced and embarrassed themselves on many, many nights out. Read the rest of this entry »
