“You can not lose weight by taking a pill.” That is a quote I’ve heard before but actually it is very possible to lose weight with the help of pills. There is a drug on the market called Phentermine that comes in the form of a pill and does exactly that.

What this pill does is it releases neuron bundles from your brain that supresses your appetite thus meaning that you will not feel the urge to eat as much as you do.

Obviously you need to exercise in combination with this pill.

I am always on the lookout for a pen in my house. No matter how many I buy at a shop I am always at a loss when I need to jot down a phone number, write out an envelope or another task that requires a pen.

I am sure that once a week someone comes into my house and steals all the pens and sells them down the market for a huge profit!

I think what I might have to do in the future is buy in bulk from now on, say once a month buy like 30 pens and that way I might find a pen when I need one!

Well it is finally official; my dad is getting a professional home help to look after him so that means I now have the envious task of having to find a job after being effectively unemployed for almost ten years.

I was basically his home help since I turned 18 but he is not happy with the fact that I have a life (I play non-league football and like to go out for the odd pint or two on a Saturday night) and that I tried to encourage him to undertake some small tasks himself to gain some independence.

I left school with more than a dozen exams but I found out shortly after leaving school that the exams I took were not recognized by anybody, the school I attended had bought them because they were cheaper than GCSE ones.

Apart from a job as a school cleaner that I was sacked from after three months for being a lazy 17 year old, and the odd week here and there doing road sweeping, I have done pretty much nothing but look after my dad.

I have tried looking into gaining employment in three areas:

1. School cleaning. They are very strict on whom they employ now and my criminal record for being drunk rules me out.

2. Road sweeping. I actually went for an interview a couple of months ago and was told that I am not qualified enough to basically sweep up dog poo!

3. Home help. I went to four agencies and they all told me the same thing, your experience looking after your dad is nothing; we want certificates, training courses, etc.

Oh well it should be fun next week when I go to the Jobcentre to transfer from Income Support & ICA to JSA. How will they treat me knowing I have not got a hells chance of finding employment with my lack of experience?

When I go on my holiday to Seaford next weekend I am tempted to jump on a train and go to Plumpton and watch some horse racing if there is any on that weekend. I used to do that sometimes when I went to boarding schools in St Leonards On Sea and Seaford.

I first got into horse racing when I was about 11 but it was not until I was about 18 that I actually started placing bets and taking a more in depth interest in form and such.

Pretty soon the Melbourne cup will be racing towards us (please excuse the poor pun), this is Australia’s major annual thoroughbred horse race (according to Wikipedia) and one of the important races in the racing season. I am sorely tempted to have a Bet on Melbourne Cup this year.

If you are thinking of doing the same thing then you might want to check out a site called racingreport.com.au who are offering great Melbourne Cup Odds this year. The web site also includes news on the racing industry so you will never be kept out of the loop on important news.

If you are watching the Melbourne Cup Betting on the event might make it a lot more fun to watch.

Can someone please explain something to me?

I my dog somtimes goes to the toilet on a balcony that is connecting to the front room, if you go out of the front room there is a long hall and at the end is my bedroom and my dad’s bedroom.

My dad’s bedroom smells of piss, shit and body odour and has crumbs all over the place. My room is immaculate with nice smelling odur eater sprays used frequently and is hoovered twice a day (I have to as I have psoriasis).

Guess which room gets all the fucking flies!

And I’m not talking about those little ones, I’m talking about those great big fat fuckers! You know the ones I mean? The ones you wonder how the hell their wings keep them flying they are so fat!

I was woken up this morning at about 8am by the familiar buzzing noises of a fly, Why is it that I have a big room yet the bastards always want to try and land on my, and if I put the duvet over my head it makes them wantt to land even more?!