Resolutions, dietary experiments, and spring optimism

January 05, 2011

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Merry New Year!

Okay Trading Places is about 20 years old, but me and my sisters still shout Merry New Year at each other so you’re getting it, too.

Hope your festive period was one full of presents, fun, and copious food and drink that out weighed the inevitable family tension and ‘what in God’s name am I doing with my life’ introspection that it can also bring.

I spent the holiday season conducting a one-man experiment to establish whether or not After Eight mints contain the requisite nutrients and minerals to sustain life. Almost 4 boxes done – solo – and I’m still here, so I’m going with yes and intend to make them my food of choice from now on. I’m sorry but those waifer thin minty bastards kick the arse of porridge and all the other ‘breakfast’ foods – hard.

For those that care, I’m having a quite January. I’m going to try not to travel too much and try not to take on too much new work stuff. Don’t really go for this ‘hit the new year ground running’ mullarkey. As far as I’m concerned this is the hibernation point in the year where time is best spent inside with the football or poker or the Playstation. Optimism and productivity can wait for the spring, or any point where it isn’t constantly drizzling, five degrees, and dark just after lunch.


Me, in control of my domain

Deeper into the blog now, and I feel the overwhelming pressure to reveal my goals and resolutions for 2011.

Or at least to have some

First up I’d like to resolve whether it’s ‘twenty – eleven’ or ‘two thousand and eleven’. This should take until mid- March I reckon. I’ll look for some new goals after that.

My resolution is to give up smoking. In order to achieve this I will have to start smoking and maintain it for a long enough period of time for it to be an achievement giving up – so look for my celebratory I finally quit blog around July.

My prediction for 2011 is that it will be a bit ‘meh’ for the world.

Prove me wrong, twenty eleven, you magnificent new shiny fool.

I hope it’s your best year yet.


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