Pills And The Runs

If you listened to the last podcast you may be wondering when the next one will be. Me and Mr. Angry have been wondering the same thing and we hope to get one one next week. We’ve got our – haha, I nearly said “act” – shit together with some ideas for the next one and we’re really pleased the last one was popular, but as always it’s up to you to promote it if you enjoyed it. Thanks for the plugs on the blogs.

In the next one, I have made a pledge that for every time I say the words “It’s funny”, I have to send a letter to a CEO of a FTSE 100 company advertising the podcast. This not only promotes the show but it gives those guys a laugh, because it just got tougher at the top. Maybe they can put it in their newsletters to the staff.

The thing that worries me about the credit crunch is that people will spend less money than they did before and there are consequences which will make the world a worse place. I haven’t read this anywhere so I’m just making it up and I may be completely wrong, but here goes.

All those farms that changed to organic food over the last few years as people switched to non-gm, and non-chemical alternatives. These alternatives were more expensive and farmers who had it hard already put their livelihoods on the line to meet this demand or lose their business. If people now switch back to cheaper, mass produced stuff, what happens to these farmers who are growing hand-reared rocket instead of the humble spud?

And cheap meat. Is animal welfare going to suffer if we all go out and buy a £3 chicken? I don’t know what a chicken costs, because I haven’t bought meat in nearly ten years, but if you do feast of the carcasses animals (which is absolutely fine, by the way) and you want to feed your family, you might need to cut a few corners.

Didn’t they promise us food pills? We’re we supposed to have those by now? It seems crazy that I can go online with my mobile phone and order food to be delivered to my house, but it’s still the same old food. Food pills seem to be quite some way off. I don’t want anything fancy. I’m a potato man, but I think it’s going to be a long long time before we get food pills.

Baseball news now, and the Phillies were aiming to wrap up the World Series last night when it was stopped for rain. Philadelphia is a big sports town. They have a team in every major league in the US. It is America’s second most populated city on the east coast. It isn’t the centre of politics like DC, it isn’t the business focus that New York is, and they haven’t won a major trophy in baseball, basketball or baseball since 1980. I was there for that and it meant everything. I want that to happen again, but last night’s game was the first World Series game to ever be stopped for rain, tied at 2-2 in the game that would have made the Phillies champions.

Maybe it’ll happen tonight, and tomorrow at 6:30am as I run across a dark frosty field, cracking into frozen puddles alongside the river, I’ll stop when I get out of breath to check the scores and I’ll run a little further than I did this morning. Running in the morning takes some doing getting up and stepping into a dark street into the cold, but it feels great once I’m on my way. It’s part of the Me Nazi thing that I’m sticking with. There’s a sixteen week plan and I’ll see where that takes me.

The Heathrow Express just went past my window. It was sponsored by RBS and the slogan said “Make It Happen”. It seems a desperate plea for a financial institution. There’s also a girl with a woven bag that says “I’m not a plastic bag” and now I’m thinking of getting a t-shirt made that says that, because fucking hell, I’m not a plastic bag, either.

Right – so that’s enough of that for today. I’m just looking around at stuff to write about now, and that’s not good, because when the material suffers, we all suffer.