Taxing the fat to pay the thin

So, finally a doctor in the UK has been brave enough to speak out and voice what many people already think – that instead of pandering to the needs of the morbidly and super morbidly obese with free mobility scooters and Disability Living Allowance, they should be made to contribute towards the massive strain they are placing on the health system, by paying more tax. And in turn, those who work hard to remain fit and healthy should be financially rewarded for their effort.

When BIG really isn’t beautiful

Some people might have thought that my previous post about parents murdering their kids was a little extreme. And then a story popped up on the news that backed up everything I had said.

Fighting Flies

Having spent the entire day armed with an aerosol can and stalking flies around the house like a mad woman with a nervous tick, I have decided that enough is enough. Having already lost the last 3 months of my life to the debilitating effects of vertigo, there is no way on God’s earth that I am now going to put up with a constant buzzing in my ear that I can do something about…

Getting away with murder

Everyday around the world, millions of children are slowly dying at the hands of those meant to protect them – their parents. It’s a slow and silent abuse, carried out over many years, on view for all to see and even condoned by the society that we live in. But these children aren’t being beaten or bruised. They aren’t being kicked or shaken or burnt, they aren’t even having a hand laid on them.

Patience is a necessary virtue

They say that the ‘WA’ in Western Australia stands for Wait Awhile. And this I have to say is most defiantly true. Life simply goes at a much slower pace here, and whether you are sitting at the traffic lights (which incidentally have to be the slowest I have ever sat at) waiting for a coffee or the checkout at Coles, there simply seems to be no urgency to get stuff done in anything that resembles a hurry.

Something for the weekend

While most food found in the supermarkets over here is pretty much what you can expect to find anywhere in the UK, (with possibly the exception of kangaroo meat)

Barbie Etiquette

Barbies, as in the ‘throw a shrimp on the barbie’ variety and not the plastic bimbo with unrealistically long legs, play a crucial role in entertaining in Australia.

To meat or not to eat

As naive and ‘vegist’ as this may sound, I have always thought that going vegetarian was for those who generally didn’t wash their hair more than twice a year, hand weaved their own clothes from organic garden matter and generally looked as it they spent their holiday up a mountain in Transylvania.

Slippery fish and astronauts

Working from home is great. I can arrive at my desk within minutes, breakfast still in hand. I can look like the ‘before’ shot, on a ‘fright of the week’ makeover. I can wear fluffy slippers, have a chronic hair day and still not worry about public humiliation. If I resist the overwhelming urge to climb back into bed, along with the contents of my fridge, then I can even pass for a pretty dedicated writer. I work, as and when it suits me and I only have to answer to my conscience.