Sometimes Iâm on the edge of despair about how humanity turned out Gumbud, everyone seems to be all out for what they can get for themselves these days, the evil greed has us all in itâs grip, and greed begets more greed all down the line. Surely this is not what the creator intended when we were given free will? But we plough on in the hope that someday we will all become good neighbours and live in peace with one another, otherwise he might get cheesed off and blow us all away and put humans down as a bad mistake in the great plan.
âThe F-plan is a high fibre diet designed to induce healthy weight loss, created in the 1980s by British author Audrey Eyton, founder of Slimming Magazine, and based on the work of Denis Burkitt. The F-Plan diet book was in the top ten best selling books in America in April and May 1983.[1] The diet works by restricting the daily intake of calories to less than 1,500 whilst consuming well-above the recommended level of dietary fibre. The fibre has a number of beneficial effects, such as making the dieter feel âfullâ for much longer than normal, reducing the urge to overeat, and promoting a healthy digestive systemâ Wiki.
So thats the F-Plan, I wonder how many suckers bought into that one, Mr. Audrey Eyton was on a winner there back in 1980, but I think the punters are a lot wiser these days, they go for the new improved G-Plan.
I always thought the F-Plan, or Fallout Plan, was a diagram of simple instructions for building a nuclear shelter in the case of all out nuclear war. They used to show the kids how to do this back in the 60âs on Blue Peter, if I remember correctly, you take two large blankets, one off mummyâs bed and one off daddyâs, get a pot of glue from the garden shed, glue the two blankets together and wait for the glue to dry. In the meantime take Grandads shovel and dig a large hole in the back garden, preferably near a stone wall. When you hear the siren jump into the hole, roll yourself up in the huge blanket and donât come out until the all clear. Ah yes Blue Peter never let you down, they had a way out of every situation.
As you , dear reader have observed it is about 2 AM greenwich mean time & I am typing garbage.Iâm all bunged up with a thick chest and running nose, dripping too. Canât sleep. I.m catching up with odd jobs.
No, not ODDJOB the bowler hatted oriental, corpulent gent in GOLDFINGER.
more laterâŠpossibly zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
welll what have we started now FGS = glad weâve got old spittie on board - heâs a bit like a true north compass - j ust when we start running off track he reminds us of the way to go.
but do not despair I have come up with the Good balance evil spirit level.
there is as much good on the planeet as evil - we just need to keep track of it - remember blessed are the meek cos they will inherit the Kingdom of God!!
I believe that for every evil act there is an opposite good act somewhere else on the planet - if we counted them all up we would get an equal ledger.
Just a bit of scribbling about whateverâs in your mind at the time Emjay, nothing serious.
Why was your sister excused gaters? Did you know that early in the last century some of the mountain girls of Kerry got special dispensation from the pope to wear the fat part of their legs below their knees?
I used to watch Magpie, made me think of Birds, One for sorrow, two for Joy, back in 73, I would think, sometime in the future, I will be able to find out what seven is all about using the freedom of information act, but as this was not introduced till 98, I lost the urge to know, Eight for a Wish, Nine for a Kiss, Ten for a Bird you must not Miss, Jenny Hanley I bet.
Didnât think youâd miss out when a bird came along Spitty, As Shakespeare said a bird by any other name is still a bird.
Nice girl Jenny, not like the Jennie Hanley I knew from Ballyfermot, I knew all the Hanleys well, they were a family of carpenters including the mother, Jenny was a fine strappinâ woman with a head on her like a clawhammer, she used to pull the old nails out of wood with her teeth and hammer new ones in with her head, all the lads were terrified of her, the result was she never got married, she was left on the shelf so to speak.
Just an errant thoughtâŠno doubt itâll be shot down-but,surely,by definition,God has to be atheist? I mean,unless thereâs a mum & dad God,who think heâs in his room playing with the âBuild your own universeâ kit he got for his 50,000,000th birthday? ⊠or summink?
That requires a lot of pondering Pug, Iâll seek guidance from yonder port bottle in the search for an answer and let you know as soon as it dawns on me, then I shall cry out in joy, Hallelujah thereâs a light up above, weâre all saved!
âŠat which point youâll leap up filled with enlightening realisation,trip over the dog,do a perfect faceplant into the souffleâ,kick the cat accidentally as you attempt verticalityâŠand forget the lot,as you mutter âOhhh,Godâ while Mrs Jem delivers a stinging rebuke/chastisementâŠammirite?
I was thinking about it Pug and all I can come up with is that Godâs Daddy was always there and we canât understand âAlways thereâ and never will unless we develop much bigger heads with more Ram installed, or maybe the new white elephant HCF will find the answer, itâs been up and running for a few years now and all we got out of it is a few new words nobody understands, same thing as âAlways thereâ I suppose, weâre still in the dark.
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