January 12th, 2008



I'm yet another year older! The grand age of thirty one has laid its sticky tentacles upon me; leaving behind the mark of old age! But I don't care, because I have After Eights (courtesy of Emma). Thank you! In fact, thank you to everyone who has posited their birthday wishes, giftage and slimy parts upon me.

It's been a day full of excitement thus far. We've had carpet fitters and everything! Honestly, it's a none-stop party here. I barely know how I cope with all the fun!

Anyways, to mark this momentous day I have officially stopped eating meat... again. I originally gave up the pink stuff many years ago. However, university life, and copious amounts of alcohol, caused me to stumble off the path. But now I've found my footing once again; and firmly so!

I've never really been a big fan of the stuff. As a child I refused to eat it. Although, to be fair, I refused to eat most things. Regardless, it's not going to be a hard shift of gears, but it's one chiefly brought about by the horrors of Kill It, Cook It, Eat It and Hugh's Chicken Run.

Both of these shows have been doing the rounds lately and both highlight the exact processes which go into the meat we buy. Most people are willfully ignorant of these facts, but it's been a guilty cloud looming over my head for far too long now.

So, no more meat.

As I said, it's not really a big thing. Except that my parents had planned a birthday meal of prime fillet steak. Which is a bit of a bugger.