I don't know about you, but I like to live a settled and comfortable life. I'm happy with things. Happy with me. Happy with those around me. Just, happy.
The trouble is these days, people are obsessed with something new - its the new way of "keeping up with the jones's". Increasingly we live emotionally crippled lives and, as a result, feel the need to feast on material things to feel fulfilled. Sorry to be philosophical, but I think you know what I mean and, may even agree with it!!
But occasionally, just occasionally, I make the big leap from my tent into the unknown. I gird my loins ready for something new, and possibly, exciting. Doomed society aside - it does do one good to occasionally look above the parapet, meercat-like. And this week I have done just that.
Let me explain. Firstly....Twitter. Yes I am a tweeter. I like a nice tweet. What a strange phenomenon, though. People asking for advice on what to do and where to go, celebs updating us on when they last put the rubbish out and people pretending to be celebs putting the rubbish out. However, or the most part, it seems like fun. Less intrusive that certain social networking sites and, just occasionally, quite informative. If I'm honest, I have actually been on there for quite a while. I have lain low, just sitting and watching and working out how it all works. In the end, just like everyone does, I'll get bored and tweet for the last time. But I'm liking it at the moment. If you want to follow me I'm "pookiesnackers" and if you want to follow the radio station for things like local news updates and the latest bit of Eagle fun find us at "eagleradio". Tweet you soon!
The other leap of faith has been to order a "salt pipe". Its supposed to help asthma and allergies (which I am so lucky to have as friends on my life fanpage). I will report back on how that goes, once it's arrived in the post!
Here's to new things! As long as I can still stay in my nice comfy armchair!
PG
Saturday, 28 March 2009
Monday, 23 March 2009
Mother's Day festivities
Are you celebrating Mother’s Day this weekend? I am, my step siblings and I are doing a BBQ for the folks and the Grannies – that’s our present to them instead of flowers and choccies (which they don’t eat anyway!). We thought this would be a bit more appropriate seeing as they’re always the hub of our family gatherings, which I think they love, but can put a bit of strain on the old purse strings as there’s so many of us. So my step brother and sister will shop til they drop on Saturday for food and drink and I’ll think of some delightful puds and salads to put together; I don’t touch the meat because I’m not a man and obviously wouldn’t have a clue how to use or light a BBQ, I mean no woman does, do they?
My point today is that my family use Mother’s Day as an excuse for us all to get together and it wouldn’t matter if we didn’t do a lot for them on the day, a card would suffice; but I think if we forgot it totally we’d be disinherited. What do you do? Do you celebrate it? And if you do, what are you doing? I know a lot of people think all these days’s celebrating our nearest and dearest is load of old guff and in the main I agree. I’m not a huge fan of Valentine’s Day (although I do insist on a card – he he – so demanding), Grandparents Day isn’t one of my favourites and not because my grandparents aren’t the greatest ever but surely if they’re grandparents they’re a Mum or Dad and those 2 days are covered off already. I’ve also noticed recently that there’s a Children’s Day (is that not everyday anyway?); pointless nonsense & an excuse to spend more money on them if you ask me. I’ve been doing my research and do you know how much the Americans will spend on Mother’s Day alone? According to IBISWorld, a publisher of business research, Americans will spend approximately $2.6 billion on flowers, $1.53 billion on pampering gifts—like spa treatments—and another $68 million on greeting cards! Good grief, I thought we were in a recession!
I would just say this though when you’re begrudgingly buying the flowers and card on Sunday morning 5 minutes before you’re meant to arrive; remember who brought you into this world, wiped your bum and held your hand on the way to school… and put them all back again – only joking – we all know Mums are great and I think Sunday is a wonderful way of showing someone you care, you don’t get that opportunity everyday.
Have a great Mother’s Day
Posh
My point today is that my family use Mother’s Day as an excuse for us all to get together and it wouldn’t matter if we didn’t do a lot for them on the day, a card would suffice; but I think if we forgot it totally we’d be disinherited. What do you do? Do you celebrate it? And if you do, what are you doing? I know a lot of people think all these days’s celebrating our nearest and dearest is load of old guff and in the main I agree. I’m not a huge fan of Valentine’s Day (although I do insist on a card – he he – so demanding), Grandparents Day isn’t one of my favourites and not because my grandparents aren’t the greatest ever but surely if they’re grandparents they’re a Mum or Dad and those 2 days are covered off already. I’ve also noticed recently that there’s a Children’s Day (is that not everyday anyway?); pointless nonsense & an excuse to spend more money on them if you ask me. I’ve been doing my research and do you know how much the Americans will spend on Mother’s Day alone? According to IBISWorld, a publisher of business research, Americans will spend approximately $2.6 billion on flowers, $1.53 billion on pampering gifts—like spa treatments—and another $68 million on greeting cards! Good grief, I thought we were in a recession!
I would just say this though when you’re begrudgingly buying the flowers and card on Sunday morning 5 minutes before you’re meant to arrive; remember who brought you into this world, wiped your bum and held your hand on the way to school… and put them all back again – only joking – we all know Mums are great and I think Sunday is a wonderful way of showing someone you care, you don’t get that opportunity everyday.
Have a great Mother’s Day
Posh
Friday, 13 March 2009
I marched up the hill....
Further to my earlier blog...on making the decision to look after myself a little more......here's the latest!!
Paul the trainer.....formally of Sydney, Australia (after he was formally of Guildford) is back trying to sort me out! (mypersonalfitnesstrainer.co.uk)
As well as general food advice (which he knows I know, but he has to tell me!)......I am now again to be found pounding the streets of Guildford, all in the cause of shedding some pounds. Paul the trainer's favourite venue is Pewley Hill........a long, very steep road which leads up to Pewley Down! Don't get me wrong, its a lovely part of the area, indeed a lovely part of Guildford. However, the delight of being out in the open air is nullified after you have done the "Pewley Hill circuit" four times!!! The rule is to walk up.....then jog down. By the end of my latest session, I wasn't so much stiff...as waddling. Such an endearing sight!!
Still, in the end......its all doing me good. Isn't it?!!
PG
Paul the trainer.....formally of Sydney, Australia (after he was formally of Guildford) is back trying to sort me out! (mypersonalfitnesstrainer.co.uk)
As well as general food advice (which he knows I know, but he has to tell me!)......I am now again to be found pounding the streets of Guildford, all in the cause of shedding some pounds. Paul the trainer's favourite venue is Pewley Hill........a long, very steep road which leads up to Pewley Down! Don't get me wrong, its a lovely part of the area, indeed a lovely part of Guildford. However, the delight of being out in the open air is nullified after you have done the "Pewley Hill circuit" four times!!! The rule is to walk up.....then jog down. By the end of my latest session, I wasn't so much stiff...as waddling. Such an endearing sight!!
Still, in the end......its all doing me good. Isn't it?!!
PG
Friday, 6 March 2009
Whaaattt?
Oh my god a travesty has occurred…something that no sane person would ever agree with; Cheese and Onion crisps are the nation’s favourite… Noooooooo! What about the marvellous Salt and Vinegar, they came a measly third – BEHIND Ready Salted; the dullest crisp known to man unless you dip it into Hummus.
Salt and Vinegar is the gun toting, mouth watering, eye grimacing, tastiest crisp ever. Upon opening a bag of S&V crisps your nostrils communicate immediately with your taste buds, alerting them to the taste explosion that is about to hit them; 'prepare yourself little buddies here come the Salt and Vinegars, and while you’re at it tell Mr Stomach to batten down the hatches, a whole load of flavour is coming it’s way – crank up the alkali'... That is what S&V do to at least 2 of your senses.
The winner for numerous years, Ready Salted, are a paltry comparison and Cheese and Onion, although tasty, don’t command your taste buds like a Sergeant Major on patrol and at times, lets be honest, smell of feet; who wants to eat feet?
My case for Salt and Vinegar must come to a close and I will end by saying; what is wrong with our nation? We’ve turned into a bunch of feet eating pansies!
Enjoy your weekend and spare a thought for that lonely packet of Salt and Vinegar crisps sitting on your local's shelf when you sip your pint - they'll wake you up before you go go!
Posh
Salt and Vinegar is the gun toting, mouth watering, eye grimacing, tastiest crisp ever. Upon opening a bag of S&V crisps your nostrils communicate immediately with your taste buds, alerting them to the taste explosion that is about to hit them; 'prepare yourself little buddies here come the Salt and Vinegars, and while you’re at it tell Mr Stomach to batten down the hatches, a whole load of flavour is coming it’s way – crank up the alkali'... That is what S&V do to at least 2 of your senses.
The winner for numerous years, Ready Salted, are a paltry comparison and Cheese and Onion, although tasty, don’t command your taste buds like a Sergeant Major on patrol and at times, lets be honest, smell of feet; who wants to eat feet?
My case for Salt and Vinegar must come to a close and I will end by saying; what is wrong with our nation? We’ve turned into a bunch of feet eating pansies!
Enjoy your weekend and spare a thought for that lonely packet of Salt and Vinegar crisps sitting on your local's shelf when you sip your pint - they'll wake you up before you go go!
Posh
Monday, 2 March 2009
And these birds can sing!!
It maybe that you have heard our "Early morning shower" competition (6.15am) when you are required to guess the song that Posh Al and I are singing....in the shower! I have to say, to warm up for my part in the competition, I am now increasingly using the inspiration given to me by our feathered friends in the trees. Unfortunately, I will never be able to reach the high standards of melody and divinity that the blackbird or song thrush possess! But I have reached one particular conclusion.....
Having been involved in early morning radio for many years now, I have noticed that the birds are taking less and less holidays - or, at least, time off! Once upon a time you very rarely heard any early morning "tweeting" or "twittering" (other social networking is available) during the months of December, January and even into February. But, once again, this winter - despite the fact that its certainly been colder than recent years - I have heard Richard Robin, Tommy Tit and Bobby Blackbird chirping away like there's no tomorrow. I'm sure they all used to get up a bit later than I did. I wonder if you have noticed this too?
This leads me to ponder over the possibilities that there is now an early bird, "bird club".....where all our little winged wonders gather just that little bit earlier to confuse us human early birds. They're probably all laughing at us. Come to think of it, I am sure that was a little chuckle I heard coming from the top of the silver birch this morning......
tweet, tweet!!
PG
Having been involved in early morning radio for many years now, I have noticed that the birds are taking less and less holidays - or, at least, time off! Once upon a time you very rarely heard any early morning "tweeting" or "twittering" (other social networking is available) during the months of December, January and even into February. But, once again, this winter - despite the fact that its certainly been colder than recent years - I have heard Richard Robin, Tommy Tit and Bobby Blackbird chirping away like there's no tomorrow. I'm sure they all used to get up a bit later than I did. I wonder if you have noticed this too?
This leads me to ponder over the possibilities that there is now an early bird, "bird club".....where all our little winged wonders gather just that little bit earlier to confuse us human early birds. They're probably all laughing at us. Come to think of it, I am sure that was a little chuckle I heard coming from the top of the silver birch this morning......
tweet, tweet!!
PG
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