I’ve just been listening to a very clever doctor talking about the coronavirus pandemic and how “obese people die more frequently”. You don’t need to be a rocket scientist to understand what she meant, but it did make me wonder how often you can die? Does getting fat mean you become like a cat with nine lives? Is obesity like a Lazarus drug? Is this why so many Americans have become so huge over the last few decades; in the (hopefully) mistaken view that layers of lard will permit instant reincarnation into the same body?
Of course her point is that the fatter you are, the greater the risk that Covid will wrap it’s icy tentacles around your vital organs and squeeze the lifeblood out of you; a sort of natural selection in fact, a survival of the fittest. What better incentive to eat well, de-stress, exercise properly, detox and laugh heartily and often? I am attempting all of the above.
Talking of our transatlantic brethren, I am baffled by how they speak. They tend to be very literal in their speech, so words like Leicester (Lester in English) and Wymondham (Windham) get a different treatment when uttered by the Kentucky crowd. The ‘O’ is a typical example. Normally they will pronounce an ‘O’ the way we say the letter. Hence a golfer like Jason Kokrak is pronounced with a long ‘O’, like oval, whereas we would probably say Cockrak as in a hen’s partner. The fact that they typically pronounce each letter (as in Sherlock H O L M E S….drives me mad!) makes you wonder why the year we’ve just left seems to be known across The States as Twenny Twenny? Still the recognition of a ‘T’ in a word is becoming universally infra dig as Estuary English assumes ever greater authority; thanks Tony Blair.
There was a play on BBC Radio 4 today about a lesbian couple with a baby. The one who hadn’t given birth to their child was complaining that even though they had made love she didn’t feel an emotional connection to the child because she had had no part in its manufacture. Curiously, it’s not something I’d ever really thought about before. Clearly God hadn’t either. I went out with an American many moons ago who later realised she was a lesbian. (I can have that effect on women). She hooked up with a divorcee with two children from her heterosexual union. They wanted a child of their own, so my ex-friend was artificially inseminated with the sperm of her wife’s brother. I’m not sure even that would have provided the full solution to the conundrum?….murky waters!
Talking of which, I thought I might have found a private answer to my heart problem, bearing in mind the lack of NHS facilities while Covid exercises their every sinew. On a What’s App group a friend recommended Advanced Blockage Clearance Ltd, but it turns out another friend needed someone to de-gunge his drains. Clever doctor still required……
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