Don’t get confused with the classic ‘Informer’ from the early 90’s http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqCI6QGVHIk&feature=related
But yesterday, I realised I had quite a few areas of snow in my beard. Now, having snow on top would normally mean a man is turning into a man of distinction but snow in your beard with no snow on top must relate to some form of alpine ecstasy. Better still, there are the obvious red extrusions too – a rampant revelation of multi coloured swap shop – Noel Edmonds would be so proud on many levels.
Enough nonsense. I have been sitting in Southampton for a few days now – Oral exams looming tomorrow. Being a brave sort, I decided to head deep into the city for the weekend, not my usual habitat for sure. Always good though, to brush up on observation skills. I also needed to buy a new suit for tomorrows melee into the MCA offices down here.
For the more connected with me, you will be fully aware of my recent change in regime and subsequent weight loss. I say subsequent when really I mean substantial. Hitting the dizzy heights of 18 1/2 stones late last year (around 116kgs to Europeans) and a lardy waist size of 40″ I decided enough as enough. So in the last 6 months I have shed a little over 3 stone (20 kilos) and now sit more content at under 15 1/2 stones or under 98 kilos. The real killer is the waist band has now dropped to 36″ – So I am on good form. The best of it all is that I am, and always was fully aware of why people get fat and how to fight it.
So having purchased a new 36″ waist suit trouser and matched it up with a rather larger 46″ chest jacket (the standard drop is 6″ from chest to waist size) I went off to find McDonald’s and something that I haven’t eaten for a long long time, the breakfast muffin (calm down ladies!)
It does taste good, no doubt, but also not in doubt is that it is full of shit! How else can anything so cheap taste good ? It’s not through care, love and attention that a quality chef might add to your meal. I sat eating my ‘treat’ and began to observe.
I wondered – McDonald’s have recently started showing the calorie content of anything you can order – it does seem to do little to put off the calorific challenged that seem to grace their doors on a daily basis. So I wondered, how about instead of the calorie value next to each item, why not put the average weight and IQ of the people who generally order those items – that might begin to scare people away to something healthier. I watched people using the escalator up to the McDonald’s bar when clearly they needed the exercise of walking up stairs – better still, when you are already massively overweight, how about you avoid the place altogether?
I also realised that my recent trip would have adversely affected the weight/IQ display on their menu boards so agreed not to return for some time. Before leaving, something hit me and it wasn’t the fat chick behind me as she squeezed her massive bulk into the chair behind. McDonald’s is actually a sociably responsible business. They serve these breakfast muffins up until 10.30. I had arrived just before 10am. Between 10:15 & 10:30 there was a noticeable incoming rush of clients, hot and sweaty from their clamber to get there before breakfast finished. So not only does it get youngsters out of bed nice and early at the weekend, it also helps raise their heartbeat as they race to get out of bed at the last possible minute and still make it to the counter in time to order 4 double egg McMuffins, 2 hash browns a McFlurry and of course the inevitable diet coke.
Now, let me have a rant. For someone with an American for a girlfriend, you might mistakenly think I have a little more tolerance to the youth of today using the bastardised american version of our beautiful english language. NO NO NO NO NO! I would love to have a job in McDonald’s. When one of these fashion overloaded wankers walked up to my counter and said ‘ Can I get a big mac?’ – I would simply respond ‘No, I will get it for you – what would you like?’. Clearly they would have no idea what was going on, being far too thick to appreciate or understand the correction. Of course, I wouldn’t serve them until they had used the correct english or I had punched them in the face and been dragged away by security. It’s like that scrawny little twat on Radio 1 – Scott Mills – how no-one has punched the shit out of him yet is beyond me. I strongly suspect two things, he had very strong arms as a baby – to have climbed out of the abortion bucket and lastly and quite rightly too – he was bullied at school. Speak English you pricks!
Rant over – it was a good one too I feel
While I was on a treat day (or was too early to check in to my hotel) I also graced Burger King. It is indeed my favourite of all the fast shite outlets – simply because it does just taste better like their adverts suggest. It was here too that I began observations once more. Lots of local football shirts were out so I guessed that Southampton were playing at home. In the corner of Burger King were what was, I assume, a father and son, both in their teams’ shirt, having a bite before the match. I couldn’t help notice the fathers posture as he sat eating. The expression ‘slumped like a sack of spuds’ was made for this chap. While slumped in his chair, his man boobs (moobs) were resting atop his beer belly while he frantically crammed a large portion of fries into his mouth. I do wonder heavily about this – but as adults, should we be taking kids to these food outlets as ‘treats’? Be good at something and we will reward it quite literally with shite.
I left deep in thought about the overall plight of the human race. It has been said for a long time that the human race will eventually destroy itself – that it will, assuming that it doesn’t get too fat to get out of its chair to start the Apocalypse in the first place.
Good, well I am glad that is over with. I should have warned you all to make a cup of tea before you started reading.
Wish me luck with my endeavors
March 25th, 2012 at 23:36
I wish you the best. I too have lost a lot of weight , 112 pounds since january 2011. Still have a bit to go, but illness prevents me the luxury of being normally active.