Anaemic Man

My last post was a bit irascible, perhaps overly harsh on the pudgy.

Part of the explanation, along with old man’s rage, is that I am anaemic. One of the symptoms of anaemia is irritability.

My anaemia comes from gastrointestinal bleeding. Next month, I will be put into a stupor and have cameras shoved places where no camera truly belongs.

I made the error of looking up my condition and the possible remedies on the Internet. It gave my hypochondria a considerable boost.

I once wrote a poem called “Don’t Let Me Watch Horizon”. I should write another one called, “Don’t Let Me Look Up My Medical Condition on the Internet”.

Obese Pundits

On Breakfast TV this morning, an extremely fat woman was lecturing us about global warming and said she had given up flying. She was so obese that it would take twice the normal amount of fuel to lift her into the air. At least she is saving the airlines a bit of money.

She is one of those ecopuritans who would deny us the right to do anything pleasant or convenient, except, perhaps, stuff our faces with cream cakes and pork pies.

We don't need the advice of a great tub of lard who seems to be trying to reduce the level of carbon elsewhere by absorbing it all into her own body.

People who are stupid enough to become obese should realise that nobody will take what they have to say seriously.