Edit0r’s Bloog

I was sitting on the bog the other day, as you do, and suddenly thought “holy shit, I should update my bloog”.

Sorry it’s been so long since an update, I sometimes forget that this site gets literally two hits a month. Anyhoos, a lot has happened since my last post, but I’ll try not to ramble on

The bike got a new back wheel, courtesy of Miss. Speed-Racer (though I think the frame is still a bit bent); Christmas sucked; and I’ve decided to become a vegetarian. Also, I learned that for the last six years I’ve been spelling vegetarian wrong.

Christmas

Since the first item in this triplet has had a whole bloog entry about it, let’s deal with the second two in turn. As many of you may know, Sarah goes away to Belgium for Christmas every year to see her relatives from her mum’s side. I gather she doesn’t think too much of the country, but still goes because it’s the only time she gets to see those relatives. I went with her last year, and thought it was pretty amazing, if only to hear about 20 Belgians rattling on to my fiancée in Flemmish while she responded in English. That and playing Fretten (a card game) with the three witches*, but I digress.

This Christmas, I was planning on going with her so that I could impress her family with my very basic understanding of Dutch (and play Fretten). Alas, work very much got in the way, and I wasn’t allowed to take time off over the Christmas period. This upset me greatly, but at least I’d get to have a good long stay with my parents. Then I remembered: the bunnies needed someone to stay and look after them. So shit, I thought, I’ll just have to go for Christmas day and as the morning of Boxing day. So I phoned my dear mother (*bitchcough*) to ask for a lift down (there is no public transport on Christmas day). Since she hadn’t seen me in a while, I thought she’d be more than happy to give me a lift. No such luck. She decided to be all stubborn and nasty and declined to give me a lift. Also, it really wasn’t good weather for the motorbike, so I couldn’t ask my dad.

I’ll give you an idea of what Christmas 2007 was like for me: I was stuck in my flat. Everyone I knew were with their families. I hadn’t bought anything to eat since I thought I’d be at my parents house. I didn’t even get to give/receive presents as Sarah and I opened ours before she left. This might sound like the saddest thing in the world to some people (and don’t get me wrong, it was a bit depressing), but it was more of an inconvenience to me. I don’t generally like the Christmas period (bah! Humbug!), but I do like being with people and having food that consists of something other than packet noodles. Hopefully, next year will be better, and I hope I get to go to Belgium again.

Veggie Andrew

My family are probably the world’s biggest meat eaters. I was brought up loving meat, so you can imagine how hard it is for me to suddenly find myself disgusted by my favourite food. I used to be a vegetarian before I met Sarah, but she convinced me to give up that silliness**. I guess one of the main reasons I became one before was to impress Charlotte, my then-girlfriend, but after we broke up I still clung on this oddity. Recently, though, I’ve been put off by meat. Sarah was given a book for Christmas entitled Cow, which amongst other things gives an account of the domestication of these animals through the ages. She read a few paragraphs to me from the part where they describe the modern method of killing cows, and I think that is what started this whole thing off. It wasn’t a conscious decision, and at the time the book didn’t faze me. It still doesn’t much. It’s just that every time I try and eat meat now I just get… put off. It’s like suddenly imagining your mother naked when you’re masturbating: the more you try not to think about it, the more it’s gonna creep up on you and slap you in the face/cock.

This all happened last week or so, and on Saturday-just-past I decided to become a vegetarian again. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of these hippies who thinks no-one should eat meat and tries to feed others their opinion like a chainsaw to the face. No, I just personally find meat off-putting. Those of you who know me well enough should be thinking how strange that sentence seems coming from me. Needless to say, Sarah very much takes exception to my new-found eating habits. Her views on the subject are very extreme; she is basically the anti-vegetarian. That said, things could be worse. I mean, I’m still in a relationship with her. Hopefully this will work out for the best. Maybe it’s just a phase. Who knows?

I’ll leave you with a snipped of MSN goodness from my dear brother:

thomas: why you vegy again?
thomas: ?
Andrew: i just find meat offputting
Andrew: 2 secs, I’ve almost finished blooging about it
thomas: dont worry, i eat enough of if for 2
thomas: well, more like 6
Andrew: heh
Andrew: yes, I know

*No disrespect is meant to Sarah’s mum and aunts here. They just seemed very much like the witches coven from the Discworld books: Sarah’s mum is the maiden (Magrat Garlick), Tante Emelda is the mother (Nanny Ogg), and Tante Clare is the hag (Granny Weatherwax). It all makes sense if you’ve played Fretten with them.

**It took her a day and a half to get me to deviate from a way of life I’d followed for three years. She truly is an amazing woman.