One left me speechless and needing to put my eyes back in my head, the other didn’t. Was it the van or being strapped to the top of a plane, 1000ft up and travelling at 150 miles an hour. Which is which?
I spent a lot of time worrying about my weight in the lead up to the flight. With a strict weight limit of 14 stone and me fluctuating at the 13.5 mark I was quite worried that I wouldn’t make the weight. I couldn’t imagine telling all those that had donated that I was too fat to fly. I pretty much stuck to the normal routine of regular exercise, portion size and what I was eating but the worry never went away. Even with a strict absence of treats, I still hovered around that weight.
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It was only a few months ago that I had a presentation with only a handful of people in attendance. Not a problem as I stopped worrying about the numbers attending many years ago. However, nothing feels better than having a standing room only full of men and some women waiting to hear one of my presentations. The last presentation I had two weeks ago was one of those. The chairs soon ran out and there were nearly as many men standing as sitting.
The British comedian, Peter Kay, has a famous sketch where he describes the Hobnob biscuit as the hardman of the biscuit world. Whereas other biscuits like Rich Tea cry, wither and then quickly disintegrate in a hot cup of tea the hard nut Hobnob is the commando of the biscuit world. It will stay intact and dare the tea drinker to ‘bring it on’. I try not to swear if I can. I used to swear like a trooper when I was younger so it can still be a challenge at times. I am going to swear in this blog a lot so ‘biscuit’ will be the new swear word of choice.
