Anyway I’ve been thinking [oooo – good the b****y piece has just finished] about eating.
The most prevalent journalist that exists today is the ‘scaremonger’ and the most prolific seems to be the ‘for goodness sake don’t eat this – it’s death on a plate’ type.
So much pleasure has been and continues to be taken from us, with the barrage of scares concerning food.
Eat this boring and bland diet that you don’t enjoy and you’ll be able to not enjoy it for many more years.
My view has always been, everything in moderation with some variety. The fact is that the length of our life line is defined mostly by our genes.
My mother didn’t pay too much attention to a healthy diet; cakes were consumed regularly, as were copious amount of salt, and anything that needed cooking was burnt to a crisp. A vegetable wasn’t ready for eating until you could drink it. She only managed to live for 96 years. My father, on the other hand, on exactly the same diet, keeled over when he was 69. In fact all his brothers except one and there were about 100 of them [well quite a few anyway] were felled at about the same age. [Uncle Leslie achieved the best ‘Fall off the perch’ - he was playing golf, won the ninth hole and then died on the tenth tee. Brilliant.]
So I shouldn’t be worrying too much about eating the odd custard tart or packet of crisps. My concern should be, do I take after Ma or Pa?
I’ve certainly got my Mother’s teeth - well, I wish I had my Mother’s teeth, they’d come in very useful at the moment. On the other hand, I look like my Father. Oh well, there’s nothing much I can do about it, so why worry?
I’m sure the terrible Goddess would like me to eat raw spinach on rice cakes for most meals. Quite honestly, that’s not going happen. The whole object nowadays seems to be, be as healthy as possible when you die. I’m looking forward to people staring at me on the slab and saying “ Goodness, doesn’t he look well”.
Obviously, I’m not really. I want to look completely unfit on my deathbed, thank you very much.
Honestly, people are missing the point ……………… aren’t they?
