I’m H.A.P.P.Y

A lighter post. Or…..And now for something completely different.

For people that know me, I am quite an intent and focussed individual, with a darker, edgier sense of humour. Some people might call it sarcastic. Others may describe it as having a deep sense of irony or dry humour.

Last night, my wife asked me “What was that program…you know…the one where they sing ‘I’m H.A.P.P.Y’ as part of the intro”. I remembered the program from my childhood, James Bolam was in it, but I couldn’t remember the name, so I picked up my tablet and searched for it on youtube, as you do in this day and age. Within seconds, I found this video of the theme tune.

This may be quintessentially a British thing, but I grew up on a healthy diet of these types of TV shows. And dry humour along with double entendres were staple fare. And I love it. I had an English teacher who epitomised it. We got on great.

I do love comedy. Achmed the dead terrorist had me literally crying with laughter the first time I saw it. And Lee Evans is one of my all time favourites, he does remind me of Norman Wisdom alot too. Monty Python is another favourite, much to my wife’s chagrin. Best watched after a few drinks.

So there it is, my sense of humour can be blamed on the TV. If you need a daily dose of humour to start your day, you could do far worse than follow Humorous Dispassionate.

Love, hate and evolution

My daily morning routine includes catching up with various blogs as my bleary eyed body slowly decides to rejoin the human race. This rejoining process takes a little while. During that time, the cat is suddenly my best friend. She won’t leave me alone because it’s feeding time at the zoo. I resist, turf her out the back door and ignore her wailing at the window for at least a few minutes until I relent and feed her.

My first “blog fix” is normally Alsanda’s Humorous Dispassionate. It never fails to make me chuckle a little, which is a nice start to the day. While I am reading, I start to think about my blog entry for the day. And this Hatey-Hate-Hate article provided alot of food for thought. Thanks to Alien Red Queen for reblogging, which isn’t a WordPress function I am particularly fond of, but in this instance, I am glad it was put to good use.

Love and hate are two sides of the same coin. And we as a species tend to be judgemental about those around us. I read a blog about evolution and I got to thinking, maybe we will evolve our way out of hate. On reflection, I don’t think so. Depth of feeling and emotion is a part of us. Sometimes a beautiful part of us. Sometimes an ugly part of us. Can we have love without hate. I don’t think so. What we can do is teach our kids from a young age that tolerance, not judgement, is the way to go.

I’d like to write something prophetic, deep and meaningful here. Actually though, I think we  all just learn to get along.

Sleep and how giving up smoking can be bad for your health

Today I awoke at silly oclock. Since giving up smoking my sleep patterns are all over the place and I feel myself wanting to doze off in the middle of the day, then wide awake before the birds are even chirping.

I’m in week 3 of a smoke free zone – it’s too early to work out what day number, somewhere around 18 I think.

Other symptoms I’m experiencing include bleeding gums, upset tummy, terrible wind, inability to concentrate and generally feeling a bit crap. Apparently, these symptoms are fairly common when you’ve given up smoking. I can only conclude that giving up smoking is bad for your health. At least in the short term.

Long term, there’s no question, it is better not to be smoking. That doesn’t make the here and now any easier though. No worries, I will persevere.

A few people have sent comments on how I’m doing a really good thing for my sister and how well I am doing giving up smoking. Thanks for the encouragement everyone. I think most of you would do the same if you were in my position though. And it is pretty strong motivation for stopping smoking. You can’t really entertain any serious thoughts of going back to smoking in this situation. It’s just not an option.

I have read alot of blogs on here, written by people in various stages of giving up. By far the funniest is this one, from someone called velenephobe. Maybe it is my warped sense of humour, but it makes me laugh out loud. Another one, not smoking related, that makes me chuckle is Humorous Dispassionate, I don’t know where the author gets them from, but when you need a smile, take a look.

I spoke to the lovely people at the Living Donor Centre yesterday. They are waiting on the MRI results from my local hospital but I am pushing for the transplant to happen before Christmas. It feels like one of those things that hang over you, preventing you from planning other things in life. I just want it done. And if you are reading this sis, hang on in there.