At work. Ten minutes to go. It's kind of dull, but - hey, you know what? I just came across a news item today about how if you keep your kids out of the sun for all their lives, then their skin won't develop Vitamin D, and they'll get rickets or something.
Apparently, they only need to get a couple of minutes of sunlight per week. Whatever. I didn't pay much attention to that bit, actually. The important thing is, parents, you can't let your progeny sitting about bathing in the pale glow of the television screen anymore, growing pallid and listless, like the Eloi in Well's Time Machine. No! Turn the little sprats out into the sunlight now! And don't let them run around, either: make them lie on their sides while all those healthy UV rays works their way into your children's pores. Those children must roast! For their own good!
And don't let them come back in until they're red as a betroot!
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8 comments:
It's all that slip, slop, slapping bizzo - now the little snotty ones are so darned covered up when they go outside that they miss out on all their vitamin D.
See, everything in life really is disproven evemtually - all you have to do is wait long enough.
I'm so excited to be in Tassie where the UV rays are so much harsher due to that good old ozone hole directly above.
All I need now is some decent olive oil.
A little sunburn never did me any harm (apart from skin cancer.)
I don't think they're due to discover olive oil in Tasmania for several years ... it's still bacon lard and dripping for them, isn't it?
Tim! "Their red as a beetroot".
I expect so much more from you.
It makes 'em crispy and tastier somehow.
Good point, Fatman!
Good point, Bruce! I'll change that now. In a minute. Soon. In the next day or so ...
Hi Tim,
Let these little computer geeks wither and die. If we had known this many years ago, we could have saved the world from Bill Gates.
HooRoo
Rebecca
This blog endorses survival of the fattest, as explained in Darwin's famous scientific textbook, 'Evolution of the Specious'.
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