Time is fleeting. Madness takes control. But listen closely. Not for very much longer…..
Saturday night at the New Theatre Oxford for the Rocky Horror. What an experience. Great cast and a very committed crowd. Being still on my start of year detox I was the designated driver but I have to say that in no way detracted from my enjoyment. Having these two mentalists with me upped the enjoyment levels a few notches as well.
The Metropolitan Police has asked senior civil servant Sue Gray to make “minimal reference” to events they are investigating in her report.”
Call me cynical but this all smacks of one big cover up. Let’s look at it from the high level. Every party they are investigating had no doubt members of the met on policing security detail with the PM. So it reveals that not just the PM but also the Met Police covered up what was going on at number 10 during the lockdowns.
Every now and then someone comes back into your life and inserts a little bit of joy (and nostalgia) back into your step. Well that’s what happened this week when this mentalist Mr David Cooper arrived back in Reading for the first time in over twenty years. He has not changed one bit. Still as sharp as a pin and the funniest man I know. Good times and happy memories.
So today I started my Freeletics coaching app at the gym. It’s pretty cool to be honest as they play videos of the moves as you have to do them so it’s like having your own personal coach alongside you. I actually spent an hour in the muscle Mary room at the gym without feeling the slightest bit inadequate. Winner all round.
What is it with young couples who think it is normal and acceptable to get into a pool full of people and start acting like they are in a porn movie. For the love of Jehovah folks get out of the pool, leave the spa, and go the fuck home. I’m all for a quick snuggle, or a cuddle, even the odd sneaky kiss. But come on folks you’re not Tommy Lee Jones and Pamela Anderson on the family boat. Get packing you dirty birdies.
Im not gonna lie I totally adore this freakin supermodel of a doggy. But come on, look at the sheer beauty of this little monster. A door able… that is all!
There is nothing better than the raw messaging from a disillusioned youth. You heard it here first folks… war is a comin’
But how the hell are we gonna avoid the total mayhem that ensues???
Simples 😜
So I went to Nirvana Spa yesterday evening. As I was leaving the house I realised that I’d left my mobile behind. Rather than turn the car round to come back for the phone I decided to go without it and enjoy a lovely digital detox. One minor problem…. I needed it for my Covid passport to get into the spa!!! D’oh!
Luckily they had lateral flow tests there to help out. So I avoided driving home to get the phone and got a nice rubber stamp about my covid status.
If you’ve ever watched a Hollywood movie you’ll totall get the point when I say there’s never a happy ending without a minor relapse/blip just before the end. The protagonist runs away from the one they love to be caught at the airport just before boarding a flight. The crazed maniac emerges from a pile of rubble to take one last pop at Jon McCaine only to be taken out by the doughnut eating copper. Etc etc. The same applies to diets and post Christmas ‘loose the podge’ campaigns. I’ve had my blip in the form of a weeks worth of fast food and one large box of Scotts Clan. But now that’s over and I’m back on the horse. Started this week with a healthy food plan and I’m sticking to it. At this rate I’ll be at target by mid March. Only time will tell if I can stick to my commitments. Watch this space.