Things to make you go hmmm - part deux
Had an interesting discussion with a bunch of Brits - sorry that sounded like an insult right - no some lovely people who happened to all be British about the use of the C word (rhymes with hunt - for reference see MI2 - the scottish bad guy spitting out Hunt at Tom Cruise is brilliant) They were all flabbergasted that someone could find the word offensive. I mentioned how in Australia no one used the word - well at least with the people I hung out. But apparently Aussies use it even more regularly than Brits. I guess if you live in the Outback and hang out with sheep shearers... Over here saying the word is akin to saying excuse me, or hello... Which I guess would be a very pleasant way to be greeted I'm sure. Had to spend the rest of the night being referred to by C-word - apparently it was a form of bonding....
Been forcing myself to go to the gym, but I've been noticing a lot of people who try to esuage the gym-guilt by taking a magazine or a book and plonking themselves on a stationary bike before peddling with the most minimum of efforts - apparently in the belief that they are exercising. Uh, no you're not. The gym is meant to kill, it's meant to work up a sweat, its not a pleasant place to while away the afternoon - I dont care if it is a posh gym in Notting Hill - the gym is awful. It's hideous. You want to burn the maximum number of calories and get the hell out of there. What's wrong with these people? You are neither exercising nor are you reading the book/magazing properly - chuck your book and get to work people!
What's with all the bloody building works happening - spring is here and everyone is trying to spruce up their flats - except that if you work from home it can mean being privvy to the harmonious sounds of drilling and hammering - kind of like a melodic axing of one's skull. Ah spring how lovely you bloom, with your daffodils and your jackhammers.
Been forcing myself to go to the gym, but I've been noticing a lot of people who try to esuage the gym-guilt by taking a magazine or a book and plonking themselves on a stationary bike before peddling with the most minimum of efforts - apparently in the belief that they are exercising. Uh, no you're not. The gym is meant to kill, it's meant to work up a sweat, its not a pleasant place to while away the afternoon - I dont care if it is a posh gym in Notting Hill - the gym is awful. It's hideous. You want to burn the maximum number of calories and get the hell out of there. What's wrong with these people? You are neither exercising nor are you reading the book/magazing properly - chuck your book and get to work people!
What's with all the bloody building works happening - spring is here and everyone is trying to spruce up their flats - except that if you work from home it can mean being privvy to the harmonious sounds of drilling and hammering - kind of like a melodic axing of one's skull. Ah spring how lovely you bloom, with your daffodils and your jackhammers.
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