I had been making good progress on getting my diet back on track, but all that may have been ruined today. Because on Sunday I'd had a couple of beers when I wrote
my entry on Victory Vs and in the course of my research had come across
this website selling old time sweets. In my slightly inebriated state (and this is a good advert for the much-vaunted idea that there should be breathalyzers on computers) I for some reason thought it would be a good idea to bulk buy a load of sweeties to have in my house. I think I thought that if I had liquorice and toffees and lollies in my cupboard I would somehow manage to just eat two or three sweets a day, just to keep me going. Even at the time I think I knew I was living in a dream world, but I was full of hope of a brave new Richard Herring who could resist temptation in his path and be sensible and grow up. Like I said, I was a bit drunk.
Anyway I spent about
£25 on this rubbish and today it arrived: a massive box of sweets, mainly bought in bulk. In the cold light of day I realised it had been a terrible, terrible error. Partly because many of the things I'd bought would have been fun to try a little bit of, for old times sake, but they came in big bags. I had about 300
Black Jacks, the racist aniseed sweet. One of those was fun to eat, but I doubt I can get through all of them. So in a way that might have been quite a good purchase. They will probably come in useful if I am home on Halloween (which I won't be this year, but maybe next!). I liked them as a kid, but as a grown up the Black Jack seems rather unpleasant and childish (and racist).
But after another genuine day of hard work (writing links for the new Dave show, "Batteries Not Included", which I am also a talking head in) I felt I deserved to comfort myself with Flumps and sweet cigarettes and toffee bars and liquorice wands and mints. I certainly didn't only eat two or three, but I still didn't make a dent in the huge pile of teeth rotting, stomach increasing junk in my cupboard.
But perhaps it gave me a burst of energy to get through
the 32nd Collings and Herrin podcast, which we recorded earlier than usual due to both our newly hectic scehdules. But without an audience or booze on this occasion. Though tiredness, hunger and a sugar rush made me babble all kinds of ridiculous filth. Hope you enjoy it. And although I wasn't going to drink any more beer this week(at least til I got to Belgium on Saturday for my continental gig) afterwards I went for a colleaguey curry with Collings and had a couple of pints of lager. Which I felt, for once, that I had deserved after working really properly hard for three of the last four days. I have actually achieved a huge amount since Sunday and if that doesn't justify imbibing more booze then nothing does. Luckily, when I got home I didn't go on the internet and order more self-destructive junk. I just watched a bit of telly and then went to bed, as I have to get up really early in the morning for another busy day.
God, working is hard. I don't know how you lot do it!
