The joys of the Wii

My scales recently disclosed a rather unacceptable level of flab that for some reason or other had materialised around my waist. While there was still plenty of muscle around to be moderately proud of, the ring around my waist had expanded to dangerous proportions and it was time (again) to do something about it.

As usual, there are numerous alternatives to get rid of this rather annoying (and ultimately life threatening) problem. All of them take a rather annoying long time.

  • Eat Less
  • Eat different
  • Go to the gym
  • Jog
  • Swim
  • Do everything at once.

In the end I decided to take a geek approach to this and eschew human contact with other sweaty, overweight (or even worse: the no-sweaty, lean) humans and rather do some exercises at home. While cheaper and less humiliating, this is also rather boring, even with some Hi NRG music pumping out of the IBlik while one is panting.  Seduced by the constant hype around it, I opted for a Wii and a Wii board, even though there was already a Playstation 3 standing accusingly behind the TV, gathering dust (the world’s only supercomputer only used for DVD viewing), but the idea of video game induced fitness was too good to be ignored.

After switching the little white thingie on and adjusting the bluetooth networked board, it was time for the first weigh in. Immediately my little avatar turned into a fat little creature, and the talking Wii board (don’t ask) was getting quite accusatory.

Nevertheless, after a week of stepping, skiing, hula hooping, yogaing and shadow boxing I have to say this is probably the most fun a man can have at 6 am in the morning. With Radio 4 accompanying the daily 40 minutes of light exercise this is a rather nice way to get up and the daily ‘body test’ gives added impetus to refuse that extra chocalate bar in the afternoon.

If I could now only beat the best girlfriend ever in the ski slalom..

Mezzoforte Live in Reykjavik

I have always had a soft spot for that most impossible of outfits, a fusion/jazz-funk quartet from Reykjavik called Mezzoforte. Since their first (and pretty much only) hit ‘Garden Party’ back in 1980 they have been hovering in this strange twilight zone between obscurity and the ‘oh, I think I have heard of them’ remarks. This of course proves my friend C’s point that I have a penchant for what he calls ‘elevator music’. Mezzoforte made some cracking albums in the eighties, full of impressive bass slapping, ‘oooo deee aaahing’ background vocals by barely post pubescent men from Iceland and some great melodies. Then there was a lull and they returned with some more albums that still had some bass slapping but less catchy melodies and more ‘adult’ jazzy bits (with other words, it wasn’t as good anymore). Because they’ve been around for a good thirty years now, they produced a 2 – cd live album (Live In Reykjavik) with the ‘deluxe’ version sporting an extra DVD, catching it all on video.

So far so dandy. Of course I had to have it, so when triple pack of digital goodness arrived I whacked the first CD into the player and was waiting for some good old sweaty musicianship with plenty of crowd noises and ‘Good evening Luton, er, Reykjavik’ shouts. Instead I heard what I thought was the studio versions. Checked the CD: nope, says ‘live’.  Popped the DVD in: yes, there they were, a bunch of middle aged men, nodding their heads, swaying gently, but not much else, surrounded by a couple of dozen appreciative listeners. But it still sounded like the studio versions of their songs, with the slight minute aberration from the original. Just not quite as good.

Bottomline: If you fancy Mezzoforte, buy the remastered versions of ‘Surprise Surprise’ and ‘Observations’. Stay clear of this rather luke warm collection that’s neither offering a live atmosphere nor the energy of the originals.

Swineflu is taking over. Especially in the press.

The place were I earn my money is broadly speaking in the healthcare business: folks call us or walk through the door, get some advice or some medication and leave the premises (hopefully) soon feeling better. Over the last 3 weeks the amount of people me and my workmates have been seeing and given advice over the phone has broadly quadrupled. The amount of fear and misinformation that is out there in the community is incredible. The relentless pounding of sensationalist headlines by the English red tops into the psyche of its readers has turned this normally relaxed and good natured country into a collection of existentially frightened humans fearing for their lives. That it compares favourably to other influenza epidemics doesn’t seem to be registered. The amount of misinformation doesn’t help. Daily changing guidance from a plethora of different agencies and quangos only adds to the confusion.

Stay calm. If you have flu like symptoms, stay at home until you’re better. If you have long term health problems, call your GP or one of the numerous helplines. Have some paracetamol, they will help make you feel better. Don’t watch day time television: it’s very bad for your brain.

See, that wasn’t hard, was it?

Well Educated Managers.

Shenzhen Dingoo Digital Product Co, makers of a delightful little gaming console – the aeronautically named Dingoo A320 – take obviously pride in the education of their staff and their meteorological micro climate. Their websites states:

Shenzhen Dingoo Digital Co., Ltd. focus on games and digital products, and is located in the Futian District, Shenzhen, with elegant geographical, thick atmosphere of scientific research. Dingoo has a strong R & D platform and partners, dedicated and capable staff, as well as a number well-educated managers with years of related experiences in management.

Do you think they could send some to the NHS?