iRant

Wow, it has been a busy old day for me! A very, very thoughtful day. I'll start with the one that's currently stuck in my brain like an iddy biddy thorn. I'm currently awake and watching Half Ton Dad, about a 74 stone man. 74 stone? My god!
Watching it, there are so many moments which made me irate. He says stuff like it's a disease like they deserve our pity. Or that it's not easy to not eat fast food. Perleaseeeee, it isn't like it crept up on you. You didn't wake up one day 60 stone heavier and unable to get out of bed. And cutting fast food isn't an absolute chore. Don't consider a diet, it's easier viewing it as a lifestyle change. If you think stuff like "this diet will be hard", you'll get to your chosen weight, stop dieting, and back you go to Obese World, fatty. His daugter unwittingly summed it up. She was a big girl anyway, but she said if she didn't think about gettin to her dads size, it wouldn't happen anyway. Well, enjoy a terribly ill life followed by an early death, idiot.
Secondly, England, England, England, England. You're useless. I love the fact that I don't follow football. So this loss doesn't effect me or make me feel any of that "passion" bar folk get and scream at the tv. It angers me by the sheer tenacity of the england players. It might not apply to other teams, but it seems playing this game, you can hide behind the team. Unlike in my sport, where the game is all down to you, so there is no hiding. You either fail or you win. You don't have to rely on anyone else, it's just you.
And don't even get me started on diving. Football is such a weak sport. They fall over due to a small breeze over their bollocks, unlike MMA where you "falling" would result in a grade 11 ass whooping. I think they should spend this summer break in ass kicking camp!