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Gone Off The Rails

Whoops! In the last couple of weeks I have really let myself slide, I’ve gone off the rails and so far I’m carving a nice little single track though the land of Unhealthy looking for some where to stop. Thats right I’ve hit the beer and smokes pretty bad lately!
I blame Kevin next door, since he has found a new sense of single freedom I felt guilty for not helping him make the most of it. Plus he was the first one to start offering me cigarettes!
Or is it Dave’s fault because he left me here to indulge in these dirty habits whilst he went off to watch the Tour and climb Mt. Ventoux, well done by the way!
Maybe it could be Lucy for actually buying the cigarettes and making sure there was no reason to stop.

Whatever the reasons might be, there is only one person to blame; myself. But then I think everyone needs to loose the plot a bit. It helps with finding direction.
Time to clean up and sort myself out, I’m not going to have Mr. Ventoux kick my ass round Suffolk when he returns!

Bank Holiday weekends

After my visit to to the D&D house on Friday (see below) Lucy and I kind of got invited to a BBQ with Carol and John with Dan and Dell. It started out a bit on the strange side trying to get Augie down to the pub and onto the house without the use of a cab but the ever adventure seaking Dan and I opted to walk and what a good decision. Weather was top notch and worth effort. After a few jars in the local, ok a fair few we stumbled out to lit that primitive oven and have a laugh.

Gas BBQ’s rock, light it and 10 minutes later you are cooking, as long as you remember the gas eh John!

Thanks to Carol and John who looked like they must have cleared out the local butcher or at least taken some livestock straight of the meadows, I’ve still got some ribs left.

Even Augie seemed to be enjoying the day, well he was being treated like a king and being feed the food of the gods, well in the dog world it must be, thou the cat biscuits rocked and even I had to enjoy these!

What Bank holiday week end would not be complete with the age old ‘Englishman in newspaper hat’. John your a star and I did warn you I would put a picture on the internet, all the best!
After the food it was back to the house for a quick drink and a mooooovie, thanks all for a great day!

Painkillers

One in three Friday nights for me are a bit of a non event, Lucy is at work and so I have no real intention of doing anything, most of the time this is used to perform the regular maintainance on this site and the [[DAO]] one. This Friday was a bit different, I got a call from Dan who wanted to try an install of Linux, so with my Mandrake discs in hand I popped round to see what I could do. Well one thing lead to another and some one mentioned beer and wine might ease my back, I have no idea if the pizza would really help but what the hell worth a shot.

The main man Dan and I sat there for hours, putting the worlds to rights, deciding what colour is best for this coming Thursday oh and having a quick tour back to the eighties and remembering the days of British Knights and school disco’s!

The night would not be the same without the woman indoors (you know I don’t mean it!) great thanks to Dell for keeping the Hamwiches coming right up to 5 in the morning when I left to find my own bed!

Triple time pay for road workers

We had a letter through the door the other day to claim that they would finally try and sort out the surface of the road we live on, the plan was to close the road from Sat evening through till Sunday. We did not quite expect the machinery that they bought in to do the job with. Having a tall house we manged to get a birds eye view of the whole process and have to admit Sean and I spent most of the evening just watching this machine eat the tarmac armed with bottles of Stella of course!

Beer is not fattening - it’s official!

Today the register announced the following:

Those of us who like a few pints already know that beer fights cancer and is an absolute life-saver in an avalanche emergency situation, but what about the apparently proven effect of ale on the old waistline, eh?
After all, anyone who has ever been on a package holiday to the Spanish costas can attest to the terrifying expansion of the British male’s belly in response to a few hundred gallons of San Miguel…
Or maybe not. A new campaign by the British Beer and Pub Association (BBPA), as reported on the BBC, highlights the most satisfying fact that beer in reality has less calories than wine, milk or orange juice - 41, 77, 64 and 42 per cent per 100ml, respectively.
What actually causes the beer belly is the overwhelming desire to partake of an enormous kebab or plate of curry after a particularly robust session, the BBPA says. This is true, although the BBPA is not taking in account something else all beer-drinkers know: that doner kebabs combat male pattern baldness and curry increases attractiveness to the opposite sex.
Which is why people who prefer wine are invariably bald and single - despite having a waistline like Calista Flockhart.

What can you say to this, without doubt this is going to be some of the best news this week!