Who do you think you are Hulk Hogan?

Last night I had a very weird dram about Hulk Hogan.
It was even more bizarre because the more I think about it the more I realise that the dream was heavily influenced by last nights Who do you think you are? with Jerry Springer.

I was very moved by his discovery of the fate of his maternal Grandmother in a Nazi extermination camp. I was shocked to see how profoundly the fate of someone who died sixty odd years ago could affect the life of someone alive today.

I was stunned to see the calm, cool and collected jerry Springer break down in tears at the revelation of his grandmother’s fate.

Quite why my brain would choose to combine such a profound experience with the dysfunctional Hogan family, I am not sure. Perhaps it was the only way my MTV ravaged psyche could relate to such an historical occurrence - in terms of today’s celebrity obsessed pop culture. What does that say about my values and those of society today?

Swimming the Channel part 2

I am now one sixth of the way through my channel swimming challenge. I am somewhat behind schedule but I don’t really care as I am reaping a multitude of benefits from my now frequent visits to the local swimming pool.

1. I have lost a kilo (I don’t use pounds and stones any more as they are too depressing)
2. My arms are firming up nicely and an now somewhat less bingo wingy
3. My arse is shrinking and I can now fit into the nice M&S knickers I accidentally purchased a size too small.
4. I’m feeling a bit fitter.
5. I have been enjoying the sight of numerous fit young men who fill out their speedos very nicely indeed.

I like swimming.

PS: I can now do 50% more lengths in a session than I could a month ago. Yay me !

When TV makes you cry

If you were watching Hollyoakes a few moths ago you would have seen the sad, sad funeral of poor dead Max Cunningham. Max had only been married to the vacuous Stephanie Della Dean for a matter of hours before being run over and killed by Nial the psychotic hairdresser.

Surprisingly (for we are talking about Hollyoakes) the funeral was extremely touching. In fact it was so touching that I cried. I was fine right up until the part where Stephanie Della Cunningham (nee Dean) sang an extremely moving acapella version of the Sugababes 'About you now'. Who ever would have thought that the Sugababes would write a pop song appropriate for a funeral.

I’ve never been to a real funeral – thankfully no one close to me has ever died.
If had I don’t think I would have cried, just like I don’t cry at weddings, which I find a bit boring and very embarrassing. Fictional weddings however, I sob my eyes out at. Did you see the last episode of The Vicar of Dibley? I cried with joy at that wedding. Conversely I sobbed my eyes out with fictional grief at the fictional funeral of the fictional character Max Cunningham, who I didn’t even like that much because he was quite annoying and a bit of a prat.

Never buy the cheapest tent you can find

A cheap tent, while easy on the bank balance is not the most ideal lodgings during your typical British summer.

A cheap tent will be cold during the night due to its single layer of shower proof fabric. A more expensive tent will have 2 layers of fabric which will create a double glazing effect keeping the warmth in the tent and the cold outside the tent. A cheap tent will be cold at night.

On an cheap tent that single layer of shower proof fabric will do exactly what it says on the tin - a short light shower of rain will roll right off it but a long heavy down poor will soak right through and cause uncomfortable drips to fall on your head, neck and back making you cold wet and uncomfortable.

A cheap tent will be small. Small tents have small doors. Small doors can be tricky to get in and out of, especially and 4.30am when you are still a bit drunk and desperate to got to the loo.

Never buy the cheapest tent.