What happened?

The bottom seems to have fallen out of my social life. I worked an entire weekend recently (so did Mr. W), I'm spending the weeks here in the flat whilst Mr. W works his fingers to the bone in [insert European city of choice], and last week I raced home from work three days of the four I worked (yay cricket!) just to get online and send out revised drafts of documents before American close of play. At least Mr. W wasn't here last week, otherwise I would have been annoyed at the way work was eating into my social time.

I was carting all of the recycling (mainly glass bottles *hic*) to the recycling area behind the flat at about 2000 this evening and it suddenly hit me that I should have arranged to go out after work - or even, that having got home before 2000 I should have called up a friend and arranged an impromptu get-together; it's not like everyone lives miles away, or even that eight pm is particularly late to start an evening's revellry. I got home from work unexpectedly early and didn't even take advantage of it - the one opportunity in the past three weeks and I didn't carpe the diem. How sad.

It's not as if I had something great planned for the evening that I couldn't bin at a moment's notice, having had the good fortune to get out of work on time. I was supposed to be spending time this evening tidying the junk on my desk. Step one was to find the desk in the first place. Step two was to list all the junk I need to sell on ebay. Step three was to do all of my filing, and step four (well really step three bee) was to dispose of the resulting mountain of paper that always forms when I do my filing. I had everything planned out. How boring is that. A beer, a meal (Mr. W's away so I was hankering after a pizza), and a methodical search for the desk (I know it's in the study but it's hiding).

Instead I spent the first part of the evening eating, the second part working out that the swishing sound when I walk is actually my bum dragging on the floor. The third part was spent calling a few friends (who I should have called earlier and just gone out and met up with) to moan about said bum issues.

So I'm off to bed, me and my saggy bum, in the hope that a good night's sleep will shrink the backside that is fast requiring its own postcode. Ah, the power of positive thought.

Laugh? I nearly walked into a wall

take a look at this. I didn't actually watch this on my BlackBerry device, but as I have one (sadly not the Curve ) it did strike a chord.

Please note this does not herald a trend to link constantly to youtube.

Legal disclaimer prior to uninvestigated witterings

I keep sending myself emails to my home account with details or links to things I want to bang on about on my soapbox, and then I either end working, or socialising, or even eating or sleeping, and inevitably end up failing to do all the research I intend to do.

For example a few months ago I started writing about the incidence of HIV transmission in circumcised men vs HIV transmission in uncircumcised men - and then stopped whilst I read up on a particular issue and promptly got embroiled in something else and have not yet had time to return to it.

As I've read blogs in the past that seem to not be fantastically well-informed, and (to be honest) because very few people read this anyway, I think I'll stop being such a stickler for completely researching my drafts. Otherwise I wouldn't write anything.

My article on HIV/ circumcision was way better than the one I read in Metro a while after I'd written mine, so I think I'm going to point out the fact that I know diddy-squit about many things and that the content of this blog is mere personal opinion and that I'd be delighted to retract anything that someone can prove is incorrect; and that will give me carte blanche to spout on many things.

Being green

If you're a girl, do you think you would ever, EVER use one of these?

I'm all for environmentally friendly stuff, and recycle all our unwanted paper/ plastic/ glass/ clothes (charidee shops) but draw the line at reusing feminine hygenie products. I don't like the way tampax compak come with plastic applicators and plastic individual wrappers, and I can't actually find information on the website about the environmental issues associated with tampon applicators. So I'll have a stab (in my lunch break).

I think that the used applicator is essentially biological waste, same as used gauze and sharps, and as such would probably require a high level of energy to be expended in order to prepare them for the recycling process.

The normal sized, not compak, tampons (with the papery/ card applicator and paper wrapper) are probably more friendly in that they do biodegrade, but they'll still clutter up landfills and probably present some of the same bio-hazard issues as the plastic applicators.

So even though I've thought about the environmental issues, I'm still not buying a mooncup.