Regular readers of the notblog will know that I’m not the most healthy person, but go through phases, like probably most of you real people, of feeling unhealhy and whatnot.
The hideous food hangover followed by the even hideouser drink hangover led me to the horrible conclusion that despite years of half heartedly playing around with the notion that I’m getting old. I now am.
The hangover I had multiplied by the amount I drank, divided by the amount of time it took to get rid of hangover equals I’m not ads young as I used to be.
Normally in this situation I’ll go for a walk, or contemplate swimming, or do some sit ups.
But today, I thought it best to regress. So after a brief trip to Sainsbury’s I was ready to eat some fatty old chidhood food.
Chips. Not oven chips or microwave chips, but actual proper chips from potatoes and everything.
I peeled them and chipped them and put them in hot oil without setting fire to the kitchen or nothing. This stuff is bad for me, I may as well just drink some oil. But as calming factors go, I just don’t care anymore, making chips from scratch and then eating them yourself is satisfying. If I could still be arsed to make bread then this too would have been good for a homemade chip butty, but the bread is boring me a bit.
Pudding didn’t bore me though.
BUTTERSCOTCH ANGEL DELIGHT
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee