In an attempt, probably misguided, to improve my vitamin intake I
recently purchased from Mr. Boots the Chemists Son, a product with the grand
title of "Boots Complete Man".
Here is what it said on the back of the box:
Boots Complete Man
- · Formulated specifically for men.
- · Contains 22 essential nutrients.
- · Promotes general health and well-being.
- · 30 Capsules- One a day.
How to Use
- · Always read the product information before use.
- · Take one capsule a day with liquid.
Hazards and Cautions
- Do not exceed the stated dose
- Not suitable for children under 12 years.
- Do not use if foil is broken.
- During pregnancy and breastfeeding or if trying to become pregnant we suggest that you consult with your pharmacist or doctor before taking this product.
You will notice that I have highlighted
two of the bullet points. Am I missing the point here or am I completely out of
touch with reality!
Are these capsules designed to
turn me into a women and a rather late in life pregnancy!
When I mentioned this to The Young Allotmenteer he suggested that I look on the bright side and at worse after a week of taking the pills I would be able to multitask and make a perfect rhubarb crumble!
When I mentioned this to The Young Allotmenteer he suggested that I look on the bright side and at worse after a week of taking the pills I would be able to multitask and make a perfect rhubarb crumble!
What is the world coming to?
The Euro is in crisis, England
are taking on Afghanistan at cricket, the Tory Chief Whip Andrew Mitchell is
abusing Johnny Plod in public, my mate Gerald Howarth MP has been sacked from his post as Junior Minister of Defence (doubtless Joanna Bloody Lumley had the ear of the PM) and the Royal Family are having to take the
European press to court to stop publishing the invasive photos of the Duchess
of Cambridge sunbathing topless.
Incidentally it is rumoured that to celebrate Kate Middleton's French media banning order, Royal Dalton are to release a limited edition pair of small commemorative jugs!!!!
Incidentally it is rumoured that to celebrate Kate Middleton's French media banning order, Royal Dalton are to release a limited edition pair of small commemorative jugs!!!!
What a nasty world we live in. Here's Barry McGuire's take on the world in 2012:
The
original Eve of Destruction was written by P F Sloan in 1965 and first offered to the Byrds who refused
it. Barry McGuires version was released later that year and topped the charts
all over the world.
I for one spent at least 10 bob a day to hear it "over and over and over and over again, my friend" on the juke box of a grotty little coffee bar in Ipswich for at least 12 months. At a tanner a play that's a lot of revolutions in a year.
The vocal track was thrown on as a rough mix and was not intended to be the final version, but a copy of the recording "leaked" out to a radio DJ, who began playing it. The song was an instant hit and as a result the more polished vocal track that was at first envisioned was never recorded. McGuire (now 77) recalls that "Eve of Destruction" was recorded in one take on a Thursday morning (from words scrawled on a crumpled piece of paper), and he got a call from the record company at 7:00 the following Monday morning, telling him to turn on the radio—his song was playing.
I for one spent at least 10 bob a day to hear it "over and over and over and over again, my friend" on the juke box of a grotty little coffee bar in Ipswich for at least 12 months. At a tanner a play that's a lot of revolutions in a year.
The vocal track was thrown on as a rough mix and was not intended to be the final version, but a copy of the recording "leaked" out to a radio DJ, who began playing it. The song was an instant hit and as a result the more polished vocal track that was at first envisioned was never recorded. McGuire (now 77) recalls that "Eve of Destruction" was recorded in one take on a Thursday morning (from words scrawled on a crumpled piece of paper), and he got a call from the record company at 7:00 the following Monday morning, telling him to turn on the radio—his song was playing.
Let's hear the original one more time just
for old times sake:
Still brings me out in goose bumps!
Hey Ho!
