War Child Blog book

The other day I wrote about a fundraising event organised by the blogging community and involving the blogging community too. Well I'm here reminding you all of it again, after just watching a Horizon program about how to live to 101 on BBC2.

It seems there are a few simple rules that you can follow to add longevity to your life and they are as follows:

• Eat varied coloured vegetables (what isn't coloured?)
• Eat soya
• Eat a low calorific diet (about two thirds recommended amount)
• Exercise
• Have faith in a greater power (apparently British Gas don't count here)
• Don't get stressed
• Don't have an overactive immune system (nothing you can do about this though)

Those were the things given in the program, although they are sumarised by me and may be totally wrong. I don't guarantee anything.

One thing I do guarentee are a lot of good feelings if you get involved in some way with the thing that I was talking about at the beginning of the post. If you've forgotten what that was about then follow the link that is on its way and find out all the info here

Worthwhile cause inspires the fingers to type

Well of course that isn't true. As soon as it is time to write something specific, for a worthwhile cause (see previous post), the ideas completely dry up. A little lubrication via the drink department of ASDA seems to have little effect on sparking ideas. If I had a South American Tree Frog I may be able to induce some creativity via its hallucinogenic back sweat, but I am, as are ASDA, completely out of the inspirational amphibian. Likewise the only mushrooms in the house are closed cap and penciled in for tomorrow's dinner, I will have to look elsewhere for inspiration.

This is the universal bind of all bloggers, what exactly to write. Blogging is not for the shy, the belief that someone else, in the world is at least half interested in what you have to say, means that you don't mind telling them. It also means that someone else in the world is interested in the trivial things that make up your life, or the fantasy stories that make up your life, either way, interest is assumed... or at least hoped for.

The other option would be to write something of an opinionated nature, a sort of Daily Mail for the MTV generation. This is all well and good, but far too often any irony intended is lost on the comment whores who stalk looking for things they either agree or disagree with. So perhaps in the end, all that I am left with is a snapshot of my life, Darren, some guy who has a blog. Well here goes...

Today I woke up, I lived a little, and soon I will go to sleep. See you tomorrow.

You're Not The Only One

I have been known to lurk on Peach's site, and also commiserate (virually) with many a happenstance. And it seems this sort of thing goes on a lot in the blogosphere, hence this neat little project. A book of 'blog' stories making money for the WarChild charity. To find out more follow the link below...

peach: You're Not The Only One

I have a new favourite website

and it is here

Thanks to Andrew for the link, and for those who may be easily offended, perhaps it isn't your cup of tea, so don't go there.

Songs / voices in my head

One of the most annoying things in life (for me) is hearing a song in the morning and then being unable to get it out of my head for the whole of the day. Today it got worse. The next stage of this really annoying thing is to wake up with a song in your head. So the first thought you have in the day is a blast of Madonna's Into the groove going round and round in your head. This is what happened to me, and is most upsetting.

I was concerned that it would be with me all day, however I was wrong. Within a few minutes of doing last night's washing up (yeah I know, very lazy) I had the title track of Richard O'Brien's follow up to the Rocky Horror Picture Show, Shock Treatment running through my head. While this isn't really too much of a problem I later thought that I had only seen Shock Treatment once, and I am now unsure as to whether I had the right song in my head, or whether I had subconsciously written something new.