I’m thinking about my health. As I went to a funeral yesterday and that’s what you do. And I’m so relieved. Because yesterday in the paper they said that playing tennis increases your lifespan by 9 years. Holy shit. If I played more tennis I could never die!!! Because surely if you start playing at, say, 90, you’re guaranteed 99. Unless you fall over and break a hip.

So that’s 9 years in the bag. And then today, if you eat more fish and less red meat, you get a 25% increase in life. Well, they said ‘reduce the risk of early death by 25%’ but I’m not gonna be picky when I stand to live to, by current mathematical reckoning, 273. I do eat some red meat but not much. Very little. And if you avoid processed meats… well. You could live forever. Playing tennis and choking on fish-bones.

As a fish-eating tennis player, the world is my 750-gram-bone-in-fat-on-sirloin.

But really its all about moderation. Something I’m not very good at generally but as there was no mention of chocolate, processed, red or otherwise, in the articles then I shall continue to treat it as ‘neutral’ in terms of fat, sugar, calories and banned substance-ness. I’m also particularly ‘moderate’ when it comes to salad. Too many leaves will fucking kill you. From boredom, mainly.

Meanwhile, I’m loving ‘this’. The picture above. Uber’s new ‘flying taxi’. Mo takes to the skies. From Prius to THAT in one week. Except you can buy a ‘slightly used’ Prius for 15 grand and one of these will set you back 2 mil. But I don’t care. I don’t have to buy one. They take four passengers, take off vertically, then the 4 motors rotate 90 degrees to propel forwards. Or backwards (???) Only for cities. Or anywhere else with skyscrapers upon the tops of which are heli-pads. It’s like the Fifth Element and Bruce Willis’s flying car… but bigger. But its real, its brilliant and its (almost) NOW! (Well, in America by 2023; that’s ‘now’ in evolutionary terms.)

Now is also very late. Lila day. Busy day.

Happy Day

A xxxx