Make a meal out of crisps.
I shouted that at a group of wee kids during break-time the other day.
I wanted to give them some wrong information.
I wanted them to have the wrong idea about nutrition, for badness, like.
It didn't work. I should have said it in French.
Plus, they mightn't have understood crisps, as the North American equivalent English word is chips.
I wouldn't have felt right saying "Make a meal out of chips", because it's a sentiment I agree with.
I did amuse myself though, and reeled away laughing and smiling contentedly.
I held on to the chainlink fence and shouted it in a really high-pitched voice, when I did it.
That was pretty good!
In other news, Mystery-Fans, I ran another half-marathon.
It was pretty tough. I didn't train enough.
I'm a fucking amazing athlete though, 'cos it still went pretty well.
I enjoy doing them.
I got a medal. It wasn't as nice as the one I got in April, so I'm mildly upset, still.
I won't let it ruin my feeling of smug priggishness, though.
I start the day with Kellogg's "Just Right".
I hate that name, it makes me feel like a cunt (which I am, let's not forget!).
"-Aye, your cornflakes look nice, but I fucking eat "Just Right", so fuck you"
It was created in the 1980s for health-conscious, athletic Australians, who are the world's third-biggest cereal eaters, apparently.
Monday, September 6, 2010
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YOU ARE THE STEVE CRAM OF MONTREAL. Like you and Steve Cram I eat "Just Right" as part of a healthy diet. I also eat a full Ulster Fry every day which I burn off by running up and down the streets of Manchester dressed in full orange man regalia. I don my sash, white gloves, bowler hat and sword each day and go out and train like a true Ulster athlete. One day I'll be as strong as Barry Mc Guigan.
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