Leave My Youth Alone


Well something like that anyway.

My youth, the boyhood years at least, all took place in the 80′s. My innocent years were surrounded by bright neon colours, dodgy music, equally dodgy hair styles & mass produced imported toys of suspect quality.

While I will freely admit that some music from the 80′s is actually well written & is still listenable to even now. The majority of it, I will happily argue, isn’t.

The current trend of rehashing and mimicking music from the 80′s baffles me more than a little bit. I guess to a certain degree that its a natural result following on from grunge and a continual procession of boy band after boy band trying to be a ‘bit rocky’. But really? The clothes that seem to couple this trend are pretty hideous…particularly the cut of mens trousers and, now its summer, shorts. Whilst I have nothing against different sexual persuasions, many of the chaps that wear them don’t look quite as butch as they think they do.

I know when I was a lad, there was some influence coming through from the 60′s and 70′s but it wasn’t quite as brash as this. I guess what partly concerns me here is that after the 80′s we had the 90′s. Does that mean that baggy jeans with colour patches & decals are going to come back next? I for one, seriously hope not!

It also seems that the 80′s revival hasn’t just stopped at music and clothing. I’ve also recently spotted the re-appearance of the small plastic skateboard. This fills me with a mixed feeling. As a boy, I wasn’t allowed on – I was apparently too young at the time, although I would have sworn until I was blue in the face that I wasn’t. I did however have a ‘proper’ wooden decked skateboard later on – which was a much better piece of kit. So now, upon seeing these again, i do feel some warmth towards them – but can’t stop myself thinking why on earth do you want that…get a real board that you can actually fit on properly!

I’m sure that there will be more trendy items that will be rediscovered and re-launched…most of them I expect we will have forgotten about long ago. I do however, suspect that we will have forgotten about them as they were pretty rubbish at the time. So we’ll once again be left wondering why some marketing exec thought it was a good idea to bring back again!

Ho hum – I guess the youth of today have the right to make up there own minds…although they don’t they only think what they’re told to think. Hopefully the trend to think for yourself will come about sometime soon rather than having to put up with a generation of ‘Beliebers’…send help now.

Visit To The Beach


Life as we know it, is cruel. There was a time in our lives when life was much more simple and a damn sight more enjoyable…you could actually get excited about things. Excitement it seems, is a thing of the past.

A family visit to the beach you might think, could be an occasion to get mildly excited about. Certainly one to look forward to at the least. While family time is a great thing, with it comes the acknowledgement that I occupy the absolute lowest priority level on these occasions.

The long drive to the beach is one thing that with age does actually become easier to deal with. For one, it feels a lot shorter & manageable. I guess that’s partly thanks to the joys of modern technology & earphones as well. Kids plugged in, a happy parent makes. Combine that auto tranquility with an iPod loaded with podcasts for the elders in front & the time flies by.

As many families will be aware – one of the joys of a day out is finding somewhere to eat. Assuming the destination is somewhere pretty rural, which in our case it nearly always is – that means finding a decent pub. As we all know the standard of pub food varies dramatically – but for some reason the price doesn’t really seem to. It seems to becoming an increasingly common experience to spend £60 on a family lunch that is at best pretty mediocre.

Coastal eateries seem to have fallen into a habit of relying on their location and natural foot fall through the door, forgetting that it is in their interest to actually offer a decent service & experience.

Its not hard to please people that are out for the day. Provide a cleanly furnished space, some local ales and some well cooked food. This will bring people back time after time. Being able to smell the gents when you walk through the front door is somewhat less than ideal to put it mildly.

The beach itself is a funny thing. I have memories of playing cricket, digging holes & building sand castles. On rockier beaches I would go rummaging through rock pools desperately trying to find anything other than seaweed. Then off course, there was the joy of skimming stones across the water.

The youth of today seem to have forgotten many of these basic childhood pleasures. I guess this also says something about the enthusiasm of the typical parent who just wants to sit sagging over the edges of a tightly fitting deck chair.

I don’t know if my tolerance levels have changed or whether the beaches have. In my youth I remember happily walking across sandy beaches with no fear or risk of hurting my feet. Mum would be on hand to clean my feet off before putting socks and shoes back on at the end of the day & Dad would carry everything back to the car…I just had to drag my spade. Now however, it seems that every bare footed step on the sand is fraught with fear and danger – what sharp object will penetrate my foot with this step?

The journey back to the car at the end of the day is always twenty times worse than it was at the start of the day. It seems that all the items that once comfortably fitted in your beach bags have multiplied umpteen times – it simply won’t fit back in. You were reliably informed by your significant other that the huge reservoir of food that you brought would be much lighter as it would all be eaten…why oh why does there seem to be even more of it now at the end of the day?

Once back in the car, even after you’ve driven home, you will still be living with the consequences of this joyous occasion thanks to the several litres of sand that has now been thoroughly distributed throughout your car. That sand will be appearing in your lunchtime sandwiches, socks, laptop bag & mobile phone case for weeks to come…fantastic.

The Gravity Of Food


There once was a time that I could eat anything I wanted without any kind of impact on my body at all. I could pack away hundreds and hundreds of calories & there wasn’t even a hint of a wobble.
Now though, gravity is in full effect and I am far more sag conscious.

I have in recent times been in pursuit of some of my more youthful pertness. While somewhat elusive, I have had good results and managed to reshape my body into something that has more form than a sack of potatoes.

This re-sculpting of my body was actually relatively easy to do. Do some exercise and be more aware of what you eat…almost too easy.

I chose not to go on a ‘diet’ but to just re-evaluate my normal daily routine. A few simple changes reaped big rewards. The main change being the office lunch. The majority of sandwiches and normal lunch options that you’ll find scattered around a city centre are packed full of calories – simply finding a more controlled option can make a really big difference.

For me, I changed from having sandwiches either from a local cafe or Pret etc to a low calorie shapers meal deal from Boots. This cut 300-400 calories out of my lunch alone. I was still eating a sandwich, pack of crisps & a fizzy drink – but it was a lot more controlled.

Another simple shift at breakfast – opting for 2 pieces of toast rather than 3 & using a low fat spread instead of the full fat variety was all I really had to do.

Dinner time was still a pretty normal meal – a few extravagant corners may have been cut off, but the evening meal was still what I would class as normal.

Going to the gym isn’t an option for me – i’m not that sort of person. I prefer to exercise on my own. So home workout programmes were the way forward. I tried a couple and went with Rip:60 to start with. This includes a suspension trainer and combines body weight exercises, basic plyometrics (jumping exercises) and yoga to give a series of quite short workouts that burn loads of calories. While the programme recommends working out 4-5 times a week, I couldn’t maintain that level. 2-3 times per week worked very well for me & the weight dropped off while my muscles slowly returned to a much more aesthetically pleasing form.

After 3 months of this, I had reached my goal weight – since then I changed over to do more weight lifting at home. I have maintained the same body weight, gained muscle and lost more fat. I can’t believe how much I changed my body & really wish that I had started this when I was considerably younger.

Still – onwards and upwards. Rewards are being reaped & I still have more goals to achieve. No longer am I pursuing fat loss, but instead the body I should have had when I was in my twenties…nope its not something I regret, but something I have chosen to make happen – never a toss.

Living life without regrets


As we slowly grow old, we look back at earlier parts of our lives in a different light. There may be a few things that we think about with a hint of disappointment or regret. These thoughts shouldn’t be lingered over – life shouldn’t be full of regret.

With age comes experience, confidence and wisdom – this gives us the ability to make decisions that we perhaps wouldn’t have done earlier in our lives. With this comes a certain level of expectation – when our expectations aren’t met, we grumble.

Grumbling is at the heart of never a toss – while life should be explored, its good to have a moan along the way.

The flip side to this is that we can now regret something we chose to do, like visit a restaurant, if we hadn’t made the decision to eat there – we wouldn’t know that the service was shocking or that the menu was straight from the 1990′s…it is better to have tried and moan than not to try in the first place!

Live life to the full – never a toss.