Tag: Personal

  • Oh Lord, where will it end?

    Reality TV. As we all know, anything but real. How is taking a group of people and putting them in an artificial environment with artificial rules and tasks ‘real’?

    At the moment the tv is on in the background, and the Biggest Loser is on (don’t click that link if you’re an NZer currently watching – it has more than you need to see – in so many ways).

    This show brings together a group of overwei lean-mass challenged individuals who want to regain their former glory. Or become anorexic/bulemic. Or perhaps both. It’s at this point in time I wish my ability to eat an inordinate amount of crap and not get fat was marketable to insecure women. But anyway – moving on. Matt lost 22 pounds in one week. Something easily achievable by anyone if they crossed this show with ‘The Inspector’ – the best Dining Out guide by far, in my book.

    Speaking of which, I have watched the latter show on occasion, and found it quite entertaining, and educational. I now know not to eat kebabs.

  • Aiding personal growth – or something like that…

    I just may be in possession of photos that may be somewhat embarra… amusing to certain parties.

    Related to this, I had a conversation with a good friend of mine about whether I’m mean enough to publish them on the web. We did both agree on the answer to this but I thought I’d let my friends and family decide – hence I’ve enabled comments, for you to have your say (and vote for whether I should publish more :p)

    I mean – it can only be character building for all concerned, right…

  • Emma…

    No means no. I told ya I didn’t want to listen to it!

  • Cesar’s (Choice)

    Normally I’m not a huge pizza fan, but I have to say that Cesar’s Choice is definitely divine. Baked chicken breast, spring onions, Brie, and cashew nuts topped with plum sauce – mmm…

    Anyway… Yesterday, as a favour to a friend who owns Cesar’s (it was his birthday, ok – I’m not going soft) I worked the bar. A quiet Sunday, in the middle of Easter, should be a nice relaxing day right? We opened early at 1pm (instead of the usual 5pm) as a few of the usual suspects wanted to come in and watch the Warriors snatch defeat from the jaws of victory (again). by 3pm the place was packed, and stayed that way.

    I’d like to point out at this juncture that I spent 11-12 hours in close proximity to Wild Turkey, and did not have one drink. I have witnesses, as Jacqui, Daile, and Rodney came up for dinner, and inhaled 2 x large Cesar’s Choice and pizza bread.

    As I’ve pointed out, I’m not an alcoholic – I’m a drunk. Alcoholics go to meetings.