… Guys prefer curves. So stop obsessing about your body shape, and love your shape more.

Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

The full article with accompanying image is here…

I thoroughly endorse these findings. That Tillie one needs to go and eat some pies and have a few pints of guinness

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Michele Neylon kicked it off today with his Cool Tshirt Makes Me Want To Have Children (sort of!) post.

With the summer that’s (not) in it, I thought I’d add my own must buy tee shirt.

First I thought I’d go for this one from Discoo.co.uk but it’s really the kind of tee shirt that a 16 year old would wear.

I’ve settled on this as my must have instead. It’s the “Evolution Tee” from Glennz Tees – a design classic.

Any good tee designs that caught your attention lately? Blog about it and let me know thanks

If one of the aims of the new alcohol licensing law is to reduce underage drinking, then a look at this will explain why it will have no effect. Don’t know if this can exactly be called peer pressure, but it shows how easily we are swayed by the actions of others around us. The pressure to conform is immense.

Teenagers will continue to drink as they always have. I really don’t see the point of tinkering with closing times as a way to change behaviour. Seems more like an exercise in keeping a bunch of civil servants busy for a few months studying reports and making recommendations.

So I stumbled on www.unkno.com and discovered the following.

If you unfolded and flattened a set of human lungs they would cover a tennis court.

Dolphins can swim and sleep at the same time.

Australian Graham Barker extracted his own belly button fluff every day for 18 years acquiring a record-breaking amount of fluff. He hopes to accumulate enough fluff to stuff a pillow.

In a year, an average person uses the toilet 2500 times a year.

27% of female lottery winners hid their winning ticket in their bras. (US statistic)

An eyelash lasts 150 days.

During warm weather hippopotamus’s secrete sweat that is pink.

Dolphins have it made don’t they. They can attack sharks, they smile all the time and make great clicking sounds. I like the idea of being able to sleep and do things at the same time. I really only feel normal by about 11.30 in the morning, and I know I’d be a much better person if I could sleep through those first few hours of the work day.

Btw – any one of these are sure fire “I’ll get my coat” moments in company. Speaking of which, I’ve just put mine on and I’m half way out the door!

In the supermarket, are you the kind of shopper that is like a fly to the fly paper of the BOGOF? Or are you like me, taking note of the per kg cost of the item and making your choice accordingly? I often wonder if I’m wasting my time looking at those labels. Are they properly calculated and updated regularly is a question that crosses my mind. I wish I was a whizz at the old mental arithmetic to work these things out in my head. 

Unfortunately, maths was never a strong point of mine. I was consigned to a “slow learners” group for maths when I was in national school. I think the problem arose when a teacher recommended to my parents that I skip a class. She said I was a very bright child and didn’t need 2^nd class at all.

My parents took the teachers advice and I was separated from my 1^st class friends and went straight to 3^rd class the next year. I’ve often wondered what possessed this teacher to recommend such a thing for me. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the norm. 

Maths homework was a trying experience to say the least. Many a tantrum was thrown when I failed to grasp concepts my father tried to explain to me in his efforts to help. The only saving grace for me was the wonderful kindness of the teacher who helped us slow learners. As well as giving us the extra maths tuition we needed, he read for us every day just before noon. It was usually a Roald Dahl story. My favourite was “Danny the Champion of the World”. If I stop now and listen, I can hear his voice casting a magic spell over me with the story of a boy I wanted to be. I have him to thank for my love of books, so maybe that skipped year wasn’t so bad after all.

All of this was brought to mind by the briefest of exchanges with a customer today. She enquired about the price of ‘Thank You’ cards. I gave the price and I was told that Boots were cheaper. It was only after she went, that I calculated (using Calc on the PC) I’m actually cheaper than Boots by 10 cent per invite. Of course, it didn’t occur to me to work out the price while she was standing there. 

My shins are still sore from the kicking I gave myself

Feel free to share your good/bad school stories in the comments (favourite teacher, subject etc. – whatever comes to mind).