January 7th, 2015

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Whole Lotta Woe...

Jesus, I'm depressed. I was grizzling on the rowing machine this morning. (Fortunately the park was deserted-) This is with anti-depressants...It's so difficult to do anything at all.
Lots of TV programmes about obesity at the moment, no doubt to 'encourage' people to stick to their New Year's slimming resolutions.
There was BENEFITS: TOO FAT TO WORK, which largely followed a very unhealthy-looking, intellectually challenged couple, 'living on handouts' and planning their wedding. (The groom collapsed at the reception, and was carted off with a blood clot on his lung.)
Even more loathesome was Creepy Dr Christian's latest wheeze, pitting two porkers with opposing values against each other in a slimming competition, You have to put up their own money, and if your 'enemy' wins, they'll use your dosh to do something you despise. This GUARDIAN review pretty much says it all. O tempora, O mores...
http://www.theguardian.com/tv-and-radio/2015/jan/07/weighing-up-the-enemy-review.
Waiting for the odd-job man to assemble a couple of flat packs for me. (Storage things, so maybe I can get the place a bit less shambolic.)
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Windy Saturday...

So, I'm PC-less for several days now, but I've bought a half price printer/scanner. Yeh!
Working out in the wind was rather invigorating. Getting drenched on the way home from the National Gallery was not. There's a rather touching little shrine to the Paris terror victims outside, composed of a circle of pens and pencils. I added the only one I had on me, a rather nice one, but I just felt the urge.
I also donated to the little kiosk providing drinks and food for the homeless. It's an eyesore, and I'm rather surprised they haven't been chased away, but I support them. Sadly, such venues are needed more and more.
It was nice to get out, anyway. I've been so low since before the holidays that I've spent way too much time alone indoors watching antique/property porn and lamenting my wasted life. I dropped in to see Maggi Hambling's WALLS OF WATER and the soulful seascapes of Norwegian painter, Peder Balke, previously unknown to me. They did me good.
Also encouraging is the return to BBC4 tonight of the scrawnily sexy old judge Roban and the rest of the SPIRAL gang. Yay.