Floods! (Blog 416)

Yesterday they were floods on the roads, so I couldn’t go to the gym! Not only that, there were strong winds and snow! A bit of every weather it seems, the chocolate equivalent would be pick ’n’ mix brand Celebrations! Not only is that a weird comparison, it’s irony too! :S I found out about the flooding after driving in the direction of the leisure centre. My dad warned me about the floods, but he lies about anything, doesn’t he? The other day my brother phoned up the house, which was shown on the phone’s records. I told my dad about the call and he acted like he didn’t know about it, then I mentioned the records and he was just like ‘oh yeah.’ So there you go. When I got back home he was like ‘I told you so’ which annoyed me. It’s like me telling my dad it’s Sunday every day of the week, and when Sunday finally does come around and I say it’s Sunday my dad doesn’t believe me. Then when he checks and sees I was right I can claim moral superiority. Sounds ridiculous, but that’s his way of thinking and it works. So yeah, no gym.

On the plus side, it is good to take days off from the gym, though. Apparently Roman gladiators had lots of off days so they could build up as much muscle as possible. They were also made to be a little bit fat too so their wounds look cooler. I’m fairly sure that practice has died out with modern army soldiers, though. If not, it’s really messed up. If I was made to join the army and was told to eat lots of junk food so I had cooler looking wounds, I would be very disturbed. Another plus is that the tube strike has been cancelled so I can go to the London Comedy Writer’s meeting today! So I can be happy, right? Nope, there’s already a downer because the petrol station are out of hash browns! I wonder what can make me my usual positive and rational self again… I guess the hash brown alternative I enjoyed today, (a chicken wrap) was almost as good as HBs, but I’m starting to get sick of the meat. For whatever reason, I’m yet to get tired of the veg. That’s the magic of potatoes. The magic of potatoes? Could be a name for jazz band!

Annoyingly I’m in a bit of a hurry to finish this blog as I was told to write and post a best of 2023 album list for Metal Rules. I ignored the now old conversations on Facebook about the various members of staff (including me :S) being told to do their own lists as I haven’t really listened to many albums released last in the last 12 months, so I didn’t feel qualified to do the work. I mostly listen to pre-2000s music. However, my boss just yesterday said that didn’t matter, I could just list my favourite albums I reviewed over the last year, and the deadline is running out! Whoops. Not so professional is it? I’ve started the project, though. My best of list is maybe a little bit weird in places, as one album I ranked highly was a bassist who once played for Hammerfall, and who covers folk rock, to metal, to Bon Jovi! It’s worth pointing out that most music reviewers HATE that kind of stuff. But not me. You know that person who invited me to listen to his album sharing party but I couldn’t make it, so I blogged about him instead? He won the competition with his bleak though inventive material! That’s nice isn’t it? Right, blog over, hurry, hurry, hurry!