People spend an inordinate amount of time, money and effort trying to avoid the Grim Reaper’s scythe, when ultimately…. “the reality is that we all must die”.
Billions of the worlds cash is spent on keeping fit, healthy eating, supplements and medical techniques that promise you immortality. Honestly what is the point? With the average life expectancy in the western world on the up because of this, in the underdeveloped parts of the world it is going down. I ask you this, who is really living? The person who has no time, or the person who believes that has all the time in the world?
Yesterday Government has issued a statement saying, it has given instructions to disclose documents held in the archives for public access. The access to these documents will be limited to files going back twenty years.
But freedom of information, isn’t as free as one may think, there are restrictions on specific files or documents, the Government stating “that they deal with sensitive issues relating to former politicians who remain alive or are, in some form or other, still active in public life.
Weekends are just not long enough. Finishing work late on Friday, I was torn between going home, or going to my local for a few drinks. My week had been so busy that I opted to go home. A hot cup of tea and a shower later I was snuggled up in bed with a good book.
But as weekends go, there would be no rest for the wicked:
Body Image, it's not just something that affects women. I read an article in the British press where The Centre for Appearance Research at UWE studied the responses of 384 British men with an average age of 40. The biggest body issue for them was their "beer belly" and lack of muscles. (“I had one of them, it wasn’t pretty”). Thirty-five percent of respondents said they would trade a year of their life to achieve their ideal body weight or shape.
Because of our mostly sedentary lifestyles and high calorific intake, it is very easy to become the person described above once you hit your mid thirties.
Although the study was conducted in the UK, you only have to look around Main Street to see that the problem is also evident here in Gibraltar, at least physically.
Your wallet or purse has not yet had time to cool down from the pre-Christmas spend. It is still glowing red and smoking like the six barrel Gatling gun in the predator movie, but yet, when we start to see those large red 50% off signs in the shop windows, we are almost possessed by a madness to acquire what in essence nobody wanted two weeks ago.
I really think the January sales are a con; it is the retail business’s equivalent of a spring clean! Do we really need three more pairs of shoes or that gadget that has an operating manual that is bigger than a New York City telephone directory?
