Yes, it’s me again. I’ve still not got anything proper that I want to talk to you about. It’s no wonder that the number of hits the blog has been getting has been right down lately. I’m currently on my dinner. Yes dinner not lunch. Get over it, rat fans.
I had a meat and potato pie and a meat and potato pastie from the wonderful Bessie Arden’s. They were absolutely delicious and if you’re in the Warrington area then you need to search out one of Arden’s bakeries. I really don’t want to think about how many calories they contained, though. I’ll be having a bowl of boiled water for my tea. Yes tea not dinner. Get over it, rat fans.
You’ll be relieved to know that I’m drinking a bottle of Pepsi Max which contains an incredible 1.8 calories. How do they pack so much not-disgusting flavour into such a low-energy drink. It’s perhaps a miracle. It’s probably just science. The most baffling thing about the whole enterprise is the “bigger bottle – better value” motif. Does anybody need 600ml of pop? Was there a public outcry from concerned citizens who were being dehydrated to the tune of 100ml? Blah. I’m not even that bothered. It’s just something to talk about.
Things seem to be rapidly degenerating into “No Time to Blog” around here. It was one of the least successful features that the blog has ever had (both artistically and commercially), but, weirdly, it was almost a year ago exactly. What is it about September that gives me so little time to write? It must be all that back-to-school mayhem that has no direct influence on me whatsoever.
Anyway, I didn’t go to the gym this morning because I wanted an extra hour in bed. There’s really no reason for me to have told you that. This whole post just feels like an extra long tweet. Oh well, back to work.
A bientot.
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