when did Mary Poppins say that the English can’t eat meat?
the fish and chop van has arrived!
Here in England the government, its bureaucrats, and unelected busybodies are never happier than when they are telling other people how to live their lives. Now the overweight and unhealthy-looking Prime Minister Boris Johnson has appointed an overweight and unhealthy-looking ‘restaurateur’ Henry Dimbleby to be the national ‘food czar’ with the task of getting Britons to eat healthier.
Dimbleby’s big ideas include a 6% salt tax to go along with the 18p per litre sugar tax we’re forced to pay. (a Big Mac would increase in price by 20p just because of all the salt in it) The same guy wants a meat tax, ‘in order to save the planet’, and aims to cut the consumption of dairy products by 20%. There is also likely to be a tax on saturated fats. (butter, lard, suet, cheese, ghee, and palm oil are all targets for new taxes)
Meanwhile the government here is spending £100 million on an anti-obesity campaign ~ they should look at their own waistlines first.
In another move the government here has banned fast food advertising from the television before nine-o-clock in the evening, when all good children should be fast asleep in bed.
And, the Prime Minister’s latest wife Carrie Johnson, (nee Carrie Symonds), wants to takle fish suffering, including protecting their mental well-being, by banning fishing.
The arrogant stupidity of some people appalls me.
Some say that all idiots went to Eton College and Oxford University. And that the experience warped their brains. All I know is that if you look at any really facile, incredibly stupid idea, then some Oxford University Graduates will be behind it.
can’t have salmon for dinner
the mental well-being of fish is at stake here
love yourself enough to set boundaries
drinking, smoking, and not exercising will kill you
Most of us have our fare share of problems, and some of us have long-term health issues that we struggle with on a daily basis. Some call this having a dis-ease, meaning that we are not at rest, constantly worrying and fretting, in physical, mental, and / or spiritual pain. Addiction, anxiety and depression, personality disorders, and in my case a touch of OCD, means that we are seldom at ease.
Whatever your problem is, whatever your health issues are, no matter what your ambitions, goals, dreams and desires are, I firmly believe there is a lot we can do to help ourselves, to heal ourselves from what plagues us, to make ourselves a better life.
For me, that means first of all knowing myself, admitting to myself just who and what I am, and accepting that I have some physical, mental, and spiritual health issues. For example; I’m over my ideal weight, I’m no where near as fit as I’d like to be, and I suffer from Obsessive Compulsive Disorders.
Some would go to doctors, and take medication, or seek therapy and counselling, or just ignore the whole health thing altogether.
However, I am self-motivated to heal myself and make a better life for myself and those I care for. I have a good daily routine, even if I don’t always stick to it. I keep myself and the garret clean, tidy, and smart. Getting enough rest and sleep is important, as is getting enough fresh air and exercise. I eat pretty well and healthily, and I don’t binge eat or eat late at night. Watching TV is not a big thing for me, instead I read and listen to music. The key is not getting side-tracked, staying focused, and not getting discouraged when things aren’t perfect. Most importantly for me ~ not drinking.
Some say that we need to live with a healthy mind in a healthy body. And that having a positive outlook goes a long way. All I know is that physical fitness is the first requisite of happiness.
torment is not a happy state
it will kill you
OCD is not about being a ‘neat freak’
that is wrong on so many levels
Yesterday I came to the conclusion that I have fairly mild Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. There are a few obvious signs; for example I am always clean, neat, and tidy, always doing the very best I can in every situation. I think that everything is my fault and my problem to solve. My music is all sorted in alphabetical order, and I know where everything is, all the time. I also go back and check that I really have locked my door when I’ve left the garret. I know every detail of my finances, down to the last penny and I check my bank accounts on-line every damn day.
But the real give-away is counting. When my mind is doing nothing else I count, to no purpose whatsoever, and it’s a completely unconscious thing.
I’ve now read that there are 4 types of OCD; contamination, perfection, doubt/harm, forbidden thoughts. Or it might be that there are 7 types of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, if you include; staring, relationship, and existential. I think I can identify perfectionism and a little of forbidden thoughts, (but who doesn’t have weird sexual fantasies). But none of it is ruining my life. What almost ruined my life was judgemental angry jealousy, (retroactive angry jealousy too), and some would say that is Relationship Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I would say that it was being in a toxic relationship with the wrong woman.
So how to ‘cure’ my OCD? Actually the only bit I want to cure is the counting thing.
Typically dealing with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder involves drugs and therapy. I’m NOT having either of those, except the honest, open, down to earth therapy talking with my friends gives me. And writing this blog, of course.
If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. ~ Sun Tzu
Knowing that I have ‘a problem’ is more than half the battle.
The rest is down to me.
some say that mental illness is like a black dog
love does not dominate; it cultivates
Forget Travolta in Saturday Night Fever, back in the day Bryan Ferry was the epitome of cool. I like this song and I think this video is damn cool too.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
it’s really sad when love goes bad
a litany of mistakes, fudges, and cock-ups
Ford Edsel, not a big hit either
The British Government has just announced a new list of places they will kindly allow us mere mortals to travel to on vacation. It’s called the Green List and consists of; Anguila, Antigua and Barbuda, Australia, Balearic Islands, Barbados, Bermuda, British Antarctic Territory, British Indian Ocean Territory, British Virgin Islands, Brunei, Cayman Is, Dominica, Falkland Is, Faroe Is, Gibraltar, Grenada, Iceland, Israel, Maderia, Malta, Monserrat, New Zealand, Pitcairn Is, South Georgia, Saint Helena, Turks and Caicos Is.
And thank you very much for bugger all. Neither Australia nor New Zealand will admit tourists, half of the list are remote islands in the middle of empty oceans, (Napoleon was exiled to St. Helena) ~ getting flights to these places is difficult verging on impossible, and most of the rest have stringent entry requirements. Maybe I could go to Gibraltar, or perhaps Madeira. BTW, it’s not a good idea to travel to the Caribbean in June, July, August, or September.
This list is about as well thought out as was the Ford Edsel and pleases nobody at all, except maybe Boris Johnson, Matt Hancock, and several times disgraced adulterer Grant Schapps, (Minister for Transport). Travellers are warned that the Green List is subject to change with no notice whatsoever, meaning that wherever you are you may need to get back to the UK pretty damn quickly. What Fun.
Maybe the country is in such a complete mess because government ministers, bureaucrats, and health officials are too busy boffing their assistants, aides, and mistresses to do their job properly. The latest culprit is the ‘fucking useless’ Health Minister Matt Hancock, (married with 3 children), who is having an affair with his ‘advisor’ Gina Coladangelo, (also married with 3 children). Who can blame him when his Prime Minister Boris Johnson is himself a serial adulterer.
I have it on very good authority, from a very close friend, that no sane woman would find either man remotely attractive. Personally, I wouldn’t trust either of them to flip burgers at a truck stop on the I-15.
You couldn’t make it up.
Matt & Gina
not an elegant couple
it is strange how the places of our past call to us
Weardale, not so many miles from the garret, and yet a world away in memories. I haven’t been up there in decades, and today I’m taking a short road trip to an area of hills, heather, dry stone walls, idyllic streams, and sheep.
These pictures aren’t mine, but I should have some good photographs to show you pretty soon.
The main thing is, a road trip into peace and quiet is good for the soul.
Except I’ll bet that when I get up there it will be raining
the summer solstice
day 455 of coronavirus house arrest
Today, June 21st 2021, was supposed to be the end of lockdown, the day on which all Covid-19 restrictions were to have been removed and we English would be free to live normal lives again. Instead, our imprisonment stretches into the future, with a new release date set for the 19th of July, perhaps, maybe, if you can believe Prime Minister Boris Johnson, which I don’t because he’s a proven philandering, lying, cheat.
Why is lockdown set to go on and on and on when it’s all a gross perversion of the natural duties of doctors, politicians, and government officials? The whole sorry saga provides a chilling example of how a taste of almost unlimited power and prestige, wielded through secret committees, can distort the judgement of supposedly moral and intelligent people.
Those now in power justify their needlessly cruel rules, regulations and laws as necessary to help mankind at large, and specifically to protect our National Health Service. In reality they are feeding their own egos and pockets at the expense of the people.
There is no one with sufficient courage and morals to let go of the power they have stolen over us ~ besides they like it too much. They have all sat there too long for any good they have been doing. They will not likely be forgiven, if ever. The people are angry.
another angry day in the dungeon of my own home
order, counter order, disorder, fucking shambles
The number of people testing positive for the coronavirus in England has reached about 11,000 a day, which is less than 1% of all those tested in a day.
The most common covid test is the ‘lateral flow’ which gives a false positive in 60% of cases.
The allegedly more accurate PCR test gives a false positive a third of the time.
The estimate of possible deaths by covid used by the UK government to justify lockdown is known to be hopelessly inaccurate, inflating the numbers by 90%.
Vaccination against the virus has been found to be 96% effective, but the government is willfully ignoring these numbers when deciding on testing, lockdown, travel, and quarantine regulations.
Coronavirus Testing in schools will be axed due to the mass disruption it’s causing.
It could be August before English tourists are free to return to the UK without testing and quarantine. But back among ‘them, the elite’ all those attending the G7 summit in Cornwall suffered no inconveniences at all, and thousands of soccer officials with their hangers-on will be allowed into England without quarantine to attend a couple of football matches.
The former head of the pointless, inefficient, useless, wasteful, vastly expensive, (£37 billion), covid Test and Trace programme, Baroness Dido Harding, wants to be the next boss of the National Health Service. She is a ‘friend’ of our pointless, inefficient, useless, wasteful, vastly expensive Prime Minister Boris Johnson, so she could get the job.
Meanwhile, the current head of our £201 billion a year Nation Health Service, Simon Stevens, has revealed himself to be a smug, smarmy, self-satisfied git in a televised interview by Sky News political editor Beth Rigby. It seems that this wassock thinks he’s a government minister and not just some over-paid bureaucrat. Stevens makes a good foil for that other wassock Health Minister Matt Hancock.
You Couldn’t Make It Up.
England’s very own
Mutt & Jeff
happiness consists of getting enough sleep
stop howling at the moon
If I remember correctly the header is a quote from R.A. Heinlein’s ‘Starship Troopers’, and reflects what it’s like to be pushed to the very limit, which I’m not, I live an almost idyllic life. I am getting my 7 hours a night, and yet lately I’ve been struggling to get out of bed in the morning. On top of that, for the first hour or so of the day I’ve been feeling groggy and listless.
That’s a very different issue to lack of sleep, and it’s called Dysania ~ trouble getting out of bed in the morning.
One reason for the feeling of just wanting to stay in bed is that there’s nothing worth getting up for. And I can’t be blamed for feeling a bit like that. Today is lockdown day 451, so for more than 16 lunar months I have been almost imprisoned at home, with nothing to do, nowhere to go, and nobody to see. All those of us who are independently wealthy, or laid off, or ‘working from home’, are entitled to have that feeling that we might as well just stay in bed. Worse when we do get up we might have the feeling that there’s nothing worth getting washed, shaved, and dressed in clean clothes for.
I have worked hard at not falling completely into that trap. I have some support, a person who I am accountable to, someone I go online with early every morning, and that ‘accountability partner’ does drag me out of bed. Another thing that gets me up and going is writing this blog, which is an almost every day thing for me. And, so help me God, I bought an Alexa which plays 70s and 80s hits every damn morning ~ until and unless I tell her to shut up.
I live in a small loft apartment, that has un-shaded skylights, so the dawn also helps me to wake up, although lately it’s still hard to get out of bed. The other thing I have is a daily plan, what’s on the agenda for today, and it does help if you know you have something you should be doing, maybe something that you really enjoy.
There’s a few damn good reasons it’s hard for me to get out of bed; anxiety, depression, stress, and poor physical fitness ~ all of which can be attributed to being locked up in solitary confinement for 451 days ~ by order of my own fucking stupid government.
But take heart, we can still be busy doing nothing.
it’s worth getting out of bed just to see the dawn