Hippyness – denied.

Today I’ve eaten steak pie and chips, not very hippy-like at all. Plus I had a bath.

I still ate more lentils for me tea though – and even included some roasted vegetables into the bargain, so I may still be exhibiting some tree-hugging qualities.

Hmmmm, maybe I should listen to some Jethro Tull – that might do the trick.


Hippyness, stage one

Tonight saw my first foray into the world of the hippy, with my very first meal containing that staple of the great unwashed – lentils.

I boiled them up as per the instructions and then added them into some cooked pasta, tuna, chopped tomatoes, sweetcorn and a teaspoon or two of chilli paste. I’m attempting to make a few meals-worth at once, something I can take to work and microwave rather than eating sandwiches.

Anyway, the meal was delicious. The lentils gave a nice texture to the mix and I’d added just enough chilli for a bit of a kick without it melting my mouth. I’m going to be experimenting with things that I can do with the lentils, but this was a good start.

Now, where does a guy buy a good, sturdy pair of sandals from?

Now I’m a hippy

My transformation into a tree-hugging hippy is almost complete. This afternoon I took a trip out to Asda to do my weekly grocery shop. I like my food, but lately I’ve been wanting to eat a little healthier than just my usual diet of pizza (bad) and pasta (not so bad), and so I’ve bought more vegetables and pulses than I would normally. In fact, I bought some lentils among other things.

I’ve not eaten lentils before and I notice that they take about 30-35 minutes to cook, so they’re the antithesis of my usual easy-cooking outlook, so they’re going to be an interesting addition to my diet. They’re a nice colour and I’m intending to add them into some of my usual dishes, such as tuna pasta for instance, along with some vegetables and chilli. I’m going to avoid the squirt of mayonnaise I always put in there and just stick to the olive oil.

I almost decided to experiment with cous-cous, but I’m not feeling quite that brave just yet. I did buy some brown rice, seeing as I like rice and the brown stuff hasn’t had all the goodness ripped out of it as compared to the white stuff.

My interest in healthier eating has been trundling on for a while now, considering that I’ve been eating more rubbish that I’m used to. I feel a bit bloated, I’ve put on a bit of weight (though not so much to worry about) and I want to feel less lethargic and more energetic.

I watched a program on the telly the other day called “You Are What You Eat” and it concerned this 20-stone kebab-munching slob from Leeds, my home town. This guy was hopelessly overweight and this program aimed to give him a new eating regime that not only lost him the weight, but gave him all the nutrients he needed to be healthy. In four months he lost nearly four stone and he never ate anything that, to me at least, looked boring. Lots of strange pulses in there, a few bean casseroles, but all things that I’d consider eating.

So, I’ve decided that I want to be healthier and I’m going to eat more veg and less shite. I’m not going the whole hog, I still believe that it’s OK to eat a little of what’s bad for you, but I’m going to stop buying the bacon cobs in the morning (well, mostly) and take a healthy lunch with me, rather than buying a pasty and a chocolate muffin like I’ve been prone to recently.

I’m also going to be drinking more water and going for the odd run. I’m yet to do any exercise, but I really do intend to. Honest.

Anyway, now that my hippyness is almost confirmed I suppose I’d better stop washing and wear sandals.

davidrutt.co.uk – still broken

My old URL (davidrutt.co.uk) is still broken. I’ve tried to transfer it over to 123-reg where I have an account, but they can’t seem to find a relevant email address for the domain, so I have to fax them a declaration or something. It may take a little while to get control of the domain, but at least in the meantime the .me.uk is still working.

I’m still procrastinating over the site redesign. Figures.

Sweary child

Thanks to Ory for this one…

A mother was working in the kitchen, listening to her five-year-old son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop & her son saying, “All of you bastards who want off, get the hell off now, ’cause this is the last stop! And all of you bastards who are getting on, get your ass in the train, cause we’re going down the tracks.” The horrified mother went in & told her son, “We don’t use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room & stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language.”

Two hours later, the son came out of the bedroom & resumed playing with his train. Soon the train stopped & the mother heard her son say, “All passengers who are disembarking the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for travelling with us today & hope your trip was a pleasant one.” She hears the little boy continue, “For those of you just boarding, we ask you to store all of your hand luggage under your seat. remember, there is no smoking on the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today.” As the mother began to smile, the child added, “For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please direct your complaints to the fat bitch in the kitchen.

Fscking kids!

I’ve spent the weekend up at my mum’s, seeing as I like her and she feeds me. It’s nice to go see the old folks regularly.

Unfortunately there was a small incident last night involving my car and a teen boy. Thankfully I wasn’t driving my car at the time (it was parked outside my mum’s house) but this little shit of a kid was certainly mobile. He was hurtling around out on the street on one of those crappy scooter things (push-along job rather than motorised) and he had a small accident which resulted in him leaving a dent in my car.

It’s not a very large dent, but up until that point my car was relatively dent-free. Now it’s got an ugly intrusion in it’s smooth curves.

This lad hasn’t got away with it. He injured himself falling into my car (serves him right) and we took him home to see his mum, who has promised to pay for the repairs. It shouldn’t cost much – they should be able to just pop it out without having to resort to any major repainting or anything. Still, it hasn’t helped my in-built hatred of teens….