Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Stepping up...

They say every journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. In my case, a journey of a thousand posts was to begin with a single blog. Three months ago.

I had great intentions. Post daily, or at least several times a week people said. I'd always been given the same advice about exercise.

Not long after I taken the first steps with both activities, I took a couple of little trips. The first planned, the second not so.

Trip number one was a well-deserved four day break to the South Island of New Zealand. Dramatic scenery, fabulous weather, beautiful lodgings. It was the time out I needed. I arrived back in Australia much more chillaxed that when I left.

In my newly laid back state, I took slower steps... all except one of them and so began my second er...trip... My trip was not to some exotic location, but UP the stairs. One little mis-step mid-flight was all it took to create a raft of injuries - sprains and strains to ligaments, muscles and tendons and a lingering injury to my shoulder rendering me unable to write, type or exercise...

So I am starting two journeys again today - this time it's not about stepping, rather cycling. The exercise bike was my first stop today and I'm going to give my blogging a good spin...

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Branded by Russell Brand

Earlier this year I found myself watching comedian Russell Brand discussing his sex addiction therapy and award-winning sexual athletics (3x Shagger of the Year) on Rove. Watching him, I just couldn't see how that was possible.

Funny man? Tick. (Actually, make that three ticks and an exclamation mark!) Just been shagged hair? (Height that would give Marge Simpson a run for her money). Tick. Raging sex appeal? Hmmm... wasn't so sure what all the fuss was about.

To be honest, he reminded me of a modern day Alice Cooper - who has never been my thing. All day, Twitter was abuzz with Russell Brand tweets being a 'trending theme'. I wasn't sure that beyond that interview or watching him perform a night of comedy, I could ever find myself trending towards him.

Until lunchtime the following day that is. I was crossing a Melbourne street and for a fleeting moment locked eyes with a man who looked vaguely familiar. The hair was not backcombed and his smile was shy, but his eyes were totally mesmorising. It took a second for it to sink in. I had been Branded. Russell Brand-ed.