Day 9 back on track

I just want to go ahead and take this opportunity to comment on some of the comments that have been posted on my blog. You guys are the funniest and coolest and most amusing. Mainly on account of some of you are quite abusive and stuff. I particularly liked the suggestion that we throw the Christian to the lions. Thanks to supporters and defenders of my blog entries - although it seems that someone who posted a comment stating 'Too much information, Yr mother' actually WAS my mother, and not, as another anonymous commenter suggested, 'an illiterate twat'. So just to advise that particular poster, who by the way I LOVE, that 'yr mother' (who is indeed MY mother) says that you are naughty and that she ought to wash your mouth out with soap. Although if she's offended by 'twat' I surely hope she IS too much of an 'illiterate twat' to notice that I used the C word quite liberally a while back.

Anyway hook yourself up with my Facebook profile - type in 'bridesmaids diet' and be my friend, or just click here. I am not proud or even picky so go on and friend me up and I am going to start posting my delicious low fat recipes on there. Or, indeed, high fat.

Um, so anyway on Tuesday I had a bagel for breakfast and then couldnt run at lunchtime on account of it was too cold. Both my flatmate and Jake are sick although thank God I don't have to cope with them both together. After a pureed vegetable cup of soup for lunch and a small wheat roll, I started thinking that the flatmate being sick would be a good opportunity to cook for him and I could try all my delicous winter recipes yet not eat any of them.

I made him a delicious beef stew which my friend Hermione gave me the recipe. She advised that I had to fry the beef in curry powder and 'evil butter' but I thought what the hey it's not like I will eat more than a mouthful. And then I added a can of beer, some mushrooms and some herbs. Then I got distracted listening to a long monologue from the flatmate about how sick he is, and then I accidentally burnt the stew and made it dry so there was a huge black hard bit along the bottom. I mashed it up with a fork and added a tin of tomatoes. As flatmate was starving I served it up to him shortly after this and he was very kind by saying that he loved it and especially loved the burnt bits as it gave it a nice 'Cajun' flavour. He would get on well with Vince. Perhaps Vince has schooled him in the art of being pleasing and distracting.

Anyway after making burnt shit and tomato stew I accidently ate some and had three large wines on account of, um, I wanted to and stuff.