Day 45 and 105.5 kilos
Day 46 and 104 kilos
Day 47 and 104 kilos
Day 48 and 104.5 kilos
Day 49 and 105.5 kilos
Day 50 and 106 kilos
Day 51 and 106 kilos
Day 52 and 107 kilos
I grovel in mortification for my absence - for the last couple of days I have had my cousin Gavin staying. He had a stopover on his way to Australia on business. Naturally enough I needed to show him the sights in Singapore, introduce him to some of the local nosebag and, of course, venture forth to some of the watering holes. This precluded any exercise on my part and frankly it would have been both bad-mannered and uncomfortable for him had I not lowered my head to the trough with him. The figures above give a clear indication of what this noble hospitality has wrought upon my body - I'd like to say that my head is hanging in shame but of course it's not because it was a pleasure getting to know this stalwart and long lost cousin. Somehow over the years our paths have crossed on only a couple of occasions but these have never really given either party a good indication of what the other was made of. We have attempted to remedy this and much of the time has been spent in fervent conversation, draining the house's impressive stock of beer, in poses struck both in and by the side of the swimming pool. As the film said "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
In the unaccounted for days prior to his stay, where some of you have been kind enough to say that you have missed my ranting, I was under a very dark cloud and generally feeling sorry for myself. Certainly I didn't want to bore my adoring public with my tales of woe and as some forgotten worthy once said "If you have nothing nice to say - say nothing!" The general problem is that I do not currently have a job and despite some improbable efforts on my part to get one my goal has yet to be reached. The wolf is not actually scratching at the door yet but I can sense the pack closing in. The thing is that the barrel of my life is full of good things and this one rotten apple is beginning to taint it. Probably, like myself, you are wondering how a man of my immense resourcefulness and very evident talents has not been picked up yet - it is a mystery to all. Nonetheless I am now feeling rather more cheerful after Gavin's visit and have once again reined in my alcohol intake and returned to feeding on vegetable and fruit matter as well as getting back on to the bicycle. The slight hiccough is that our visit to Sydney is looming, rather enticingly, in the very near future. In fact we leave tomorrow evening. Now I'm not looking at this trip as an unrestrained debauch but I am assured that the Aussies make excellent food in a myriad of Sydney restaurants and you already know my thoughts on their wine. My current thought process is much bottlenecked with how I can go there, enjoy the wedding, the food and the wine, which both the chief and I will want to do, and return to Singapore with a less bulging waistline. Much exercise and careful eating seem to be the only answers - woe is me!
It is my intention to restore full service to you but with the aforementioned visit, there might be some disruption to your lives. I have been told that one subscriber likes to read this drivel whilst ensconced (if that's the word that I'm looking for) on the throne and enjoying his morning constitutional. Naturally I am flattered that this daily ritual is no longer the harmonious process that it once was but I will do my utmost to ensure that my little notes arrive in time to allow his daily rhythms to return to normal. However I cannot guarantee full service whilst in Australia.
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