Processed: God & Food

I am many things. Some of the things people have told me I am are unrepeatable. One thing I am not is a clairvoyant, but I’m going to take a stab here at predicting the future.

No doubt you’ll have seen one of those science fiction films or TV programs where the people of the future get handed a little tablet by a machine, and the little tablet is a meal containing all the nutrients the person needs to sustain themselves for the next day? Well here’s my prediction – it’ll never happen. Why?

 

Food is important. That may seem like an obvious point to make, but it is so true I’ll say it again. Food is important. There’s the massively important role it plays in providing us with fuel, energy, nutrition and all we need to survive, but there’s also the role it plays in society. When we celebrate a family event we often go out for a meal, sharing food together features in probably all the religions of the world, when we find that special someone we cook for them, just about every momentous occurrence gets marked with special food. That’s too important to lose to ‘scientific progress’.

 

Food is one of those topics that everyone has an opinion on, because everyone eats. Or if they don’t eat they’ll have opinions on why not. So this is what I think. I’m not a doctor or a nutritionist, I don’t try to eat particularly healthily and I’m not a big fan of vegetables. Some of what I say will contradict advice from those more in the know than I am, but this is what I think.

 

I can guarantee that some of what I say will contradict advice from health professionals because they are constantly contradicting each other, One week we’re told a particular food or food group is very healthy and will prolong our lives, the next we’re told the same foods will lead to health problems and an early grave and we’re told not to eat too much of it. It’s difficult enough – if not impossible - to stick completely to dietary guidelines offered by the medical profession, but factor all the different diet plans and it becomes a real minefield of disagreement and dissention.

 

The saying ‘You are what you eat’ is true, what we eat has an effect. Chefs know this - the way animals are reared affects the taste and quality of the meat. Next time you’re in the supermarket look at the colour of bog-standard factory-farmed chicken and compare it to a free-range corn-fed variety.  They could almost be different birds. Production of Kobe beef, salt marsh lamb, fois gras, veal, wild mushrooms and free range diary products all depend on the food that goes into producing a particular quality in the end product that we in turn consume. In turn we have to consider that whatever we eat will have an effect on our bodies. At it’s simplest, if we eat too much we put on weight, if we eat too little we lose it. But there’s more than that. If we don’t eat a balanced diet we will become deficient in certain vitamins or minerals and health problems will occur. Scurvy, rickets and beriberi are diseases all caused by vitamin deficiencies which were fairly common before we figured out how vitamins worked and could provide nutritional advice on how to avoid them. But even now people suffer ill-health due to their diets. Processed foods contain too high levels of salts, sugars, trans-fatty acids, preservatives, colourings and other additives that damage us and we’re advised to eat them in moderation. We’re given guidelines about how much fruit, veg, meat, alcohol and so forth we should consume. We’re presented with target weights we should aim to be and we’re frowned upon if we stray from the letter of the law laid down before us. 5 –a-day of this, 2 units of that, Omega 3, high fibre, low cholesterol, pre-biotics, pro-biotics, superfoods, anti-oxidants, polyunsaturates, phytonutrients…What do I need to do round here to get a doughnut and a cup of coffee?

 

Here’s the thing. I enjoy food and I enjoy eating food I like. I don’t eat a bad diet – we don’t buy process ready meals or ready-made sauces in our house because we simply don’t like them and making meals from scratch is easy enough and much tastier – and as far as I know I am fit and healthy (I have asthma, but that’s nothing to do with diet). If I were to attempt to stick to the regimes set by nutritionists and government bodies food would become a chore. The pleasure of eating would diminish under a pile of paperwork as I try to work out how many grams of salt I’ve consumed today and how many more pretzels I can eat without raising my blood pressure. The social aspect of food would be crippled under everyone’s demands concerning what they could and couldn’t eat that day. We would be healthier, but I doubt we’d be happier. In fact I’m not sure we would be healthier. We’d all be suffering from heightened levels of stress caused by having to stick rigidly to a regime that forces us to eat lots of things we don’t necessarily enjoy.

 

 

That’s all alright in theory. I’m lucky, I don’t have any food allergies and I have a metabolism and lifestyle that – as far as I’m aware - can cope with the amount I eat, so I’m not noticeably overweight or underweight. But what about those who do need to take a notebook & pencil to the restaurant when they go out? For many, food is a major problem. I have a few friends who have food allergies – nut allergies, diabetes etc. – and it seems such hard work constantly checking what you eat and avoiding potentially life threatening foods. But not only do we have to consider these problems, but there’s a whole set of difficulties caused by eating disorders. I don’t want to get into these because of the seriousness of the conditions and my lack of knowledge, but not to mention them seems to not complete the picture.

 

It seems somehow odd that something so absolutely fundamental to our lives would be so fraught with difficulties, and yet food still remains for the majority a source of pleasure beyond simply re-fuelling. Like most things in life there’s a balance to be struck. We need food to be healthy and we need food for pleasure, the two don’t necessarily sit side by side. It’s up to each of us individually to strike a balance between the two where we’re happiest. If we can’t find that place we need to start trying to ask ourselves why or else hope scientists prove my lack of clairvoyant ability. 

I want that one! God & Envy

Many thanks to Phil Sayer for supplying the voice-over.

Once upon a time there was a boy called Rob, and his job was to write a blog every month for people to read and enjoy. He quite liked writing his blog as it gave him the opportunity to talk crap for a few minutes in a way that that sounded important and wise. He also got to wear his favourite jumper.

One evening he was sitting in his study writing his blog, it wasn’t going well. It was a hard topic to write about. “What do I know about envy?” he thought as he sulked and sipped his coffee, “The only thing I’m envious of is people who don’t have to write a blog about envy.” As he sat and thought and stared at his computer screen he could hear the television downstairs, “I wish I had time to watch telly.” He thought to himself as he heard Helen’s loud raucous laughter bouncing off the walls. “It’s not fair. If I had a laptop like Helen’s I could sit downstairs and watch telly while I wrote my blog. I want a laptop.”

Just then he heard the unmistakable sound of Helen opening a bottle of wine, “That does it!” thought Rob, “Why should I sit up here working hard while she enjoys herself.” He stomped down the stairs and asked Helen what time tea would be ready in a very demanding tone of voice. “If I can’t watch telly I don’t see why she should,” he thought to himself.

As Helen trudged through to the kitchen to start making tea there was a sour note in the air between them, but Rob didn’t notice, as he was too busy being smug. He went back upstairs, but instead of getting on with writing his blog, he looked on EBay for a laptop for himself.

 The next day was a sunny day, so Rob decided to go out on his bike instead of writing his blog. He hadn’t got very far at all before one of his wheels fell off. Rob said a word that would have been “Drat!” if anyone had been listening, but they weren’t so it wasn’t. Then he turned back to push his bike home. On his way he was passed by a man on a brand new shiny bicycle. “Look at that bike. That looks so much fun to ride,” thought Rob. He imagined himself on the bike riding up and down hills with ease, locking it outside the computer shop while he went inside to pick up his new laptop, riding over Helen’s foot when she was enjoying herself too much. Then he imagined himself running up to the man - who was far too far away by now - and pushing him over and stealing the bike. Rob was in a real sulk now, everything he had was rubbish, and everything everyone else had was great. And he still had his stupid blog to write while everyone else played out in the sun.

When he got in the house Helen was busy cleaning the oven, “What’s wrong with you?” she asked as he was obviously unhappy. “It’s not fair,” he said, “everyone else gets to go play out in the sun except me and I have to write my stupid blog on a stupid computer up the stupid stairs.”

“Errm… Everyone gets to play out? What do you think I’m doing? I’m cleaning the oven. Do you think I do this for fun?” said Helen.

“Well that’s your own fault.” Said Rob petulantly, “You shouldn’t have got it dirty cooking tea last night should you.”

The sour note returned, and this time it brought it’s older brother with it.

Rob still couldn’t face sitting upstairs writing his blog, so he went out for a walk. As he went down his street he saw the man on his bike coming the opposite way. “Now’s my opportunity,” thought Rob and he ran up to the man as he cycled past and he shoved him as hard as possible, grabbed the bike and sped off as quickly as he could. He rode it around for a while until he got tired and then he went home. The bike was fun, but so was his old one. He went into the house and saw Helen. She looked like she was in a bad mood, so Rob went upstairs to stay out of the way. He sat in front of his computer and looked busy, so she wouldn’t shout at him if she came upstairs.

Rob fell asleep. Rob had a dream.

 

In his dream he was playing on a brand new shiny laptop. He went on facebook, he went on MySpace and he went on EBay. Then Rob went on MSN and started a conversation with someone who called himself ‘Elohim’. He told Elohim about how he was struggling to write his blog and all that had transpired because of it. Elohim said that he was puzzled (presuming he was a he!) because although Rob seemed pleased about his new acquisitions he should think about their true cost. This confused Rob and he asked Elohim what he meant. “Well,” typed Elohim. “apart from the obvious theft of the bicycle and the possible repercussions from that, how did you buy this computer you’re dreaming you’re typing on? Credit card? So you couldn’t afford it and now you’ll have to stretch your finances paying it off. You’ve damaged your relationship with Helen with your bad moods and all the time you’ve wasted online looking for new computers and bikes mean you’re still no closer to finishing your blog and it’s Café Sundae tomorrow.”

 

Rob woke with a start. “Oh ****! My blog!”

 

 

And that’s why I haven’t written a blog this month. 

Harwood Special - Beautiful Mind: God & Difference

Cafe Sundae went on the road.

We took Cafe sundae to Harwood Methodist, Bolton and had a great time with the people there. Here is the blog we used for them, so they get a chance to comment. The keener-eyed of you may notice that this an old blog previously posted on our old blog site. Comment away!!

To paraphrase a café sundae meeting, one of the reasons I was asked to write a blog every month for the services is because I look at things differently to most people.  I think the phrase used was that I "approach things from a different angle." It was seen as a positive thing that my cock-eyed view could make a valuable contribution to what café sundae is trying to achieve.

But being that little bit different hasn't always been a positive thing.

I didn't really get on that well at school. The formal education system didn't agree with me and I don't think many teachers knew how to get the best out of me. It didn't help that the subjects that were offered to me to study didn't particularly interest me. I went to school in Harrogate, which everyone tells me is a lovely town. But it is a small town and a conservative town and the range of subjects offered at the schools there didn't extend much beyond maths, English, sciences and languages. One of the other secondary schools in the town offered PE as a GCSE subject and I was amazed when I found that out – although why anyone would want a GCSE in running round a muddy field in the rain whilst being shouted at by a thug with a qualification was beyond me. I didn't stand out at anything at school, I was – and still am - crap at sports and although I am intelligent I was in a class full of people cleverer than me who worked really hard. I just cruised through school doing just enough work to get passes in my subjects in order to keep off the teachers' radars as much as possible. I never really fitted in and I never really found out why.

I did have a good set of friends, although again because I was just that little bit different I stood out just enough to be the butt of people's jokes from time to time. A big bone of contention was my tastes in music. I remember my friends' tastes were always a couple of years behind mine. When I was 12 I discovered heavy metal – the heavier the better. I loved bands like slayer, gravedigger and venom along with iron maiden, motorhead and all the rest. My friends were still listening to pop and chart music and on certain occasions made their feelings on my tastes well known to me! A couple of years later they discovered heavy metal and I lent them lots the music I had collected, but my tastes had moved on and I was listening to Pink Floyd, Janis Joplin & Jimi Hendrix. Although they were happy to borrow albums from me they were also happy to express their disapproval at what I was then listening to. Again a couple of years after that they discovered Pink Floyd and the cycle continued.

It was once I left school that I began to find the things I could do well. I got involved in the local Youth for Christ centre and started playing in bands with other people and discovered that it was something I could do – both the playing bit and the messing around with PA's and recording bit. I even started attending bible studies and I discovered I was good at thinking – something I'd never even contemplated doing throughout my formal education – and fairly soon realised my opinions were valued, sometimes even sought after.

I slowly found my niche as I discovered my strengths. I realised that the things that made me different at school and had caused me difficulties were the things that I now enjoyed and I was good at. My idiosyncrasies are a fundamental part of who I am and what I do. Forward fast to today and these things that set me apart have become skills few people possess which keep me busy – sometimes too busy – providing services for people. I have made a career and a life out of my peculiarities. I'm not under any illusions, there were people at school who thought I was an idiot loser and there are people now that think the same, but I've found that my quirks are in demand; and I'm happy with that!

Now as I look back at my time at school I have the gift of hindsight. Sometimes when I was at school I used to try to fit in more, now I'm glad that I didn't. If I had the opportunity to do it all again would I do it differently? If I were going to be a responsible youth leader I'd say if I did it again I'd work harder and try to get better grades. But in truth I wouldn't. I would hate to have to do it again because I hated it first time round, but I wouldn't do it differently.  What I was then – with all its difficulties and awkwardness – has led to who I am now. Had I done things differently, had I compromised who I was in order to fit in more, had I tried to be popular I wouldn't be where I am now, I wouldn't have found these things I do that I enjoy and are in demand and I wouldn't be writing a blog every month for café Sundae.

It wasn't me: God & Blame.

Well, that’s it. After 2 years of writing this blog the inevitable has happened and I’m powerless to prevent it.

I’ve got writers block.

I’ve sat here and I’ve sat here and I’ve continued to sit here and I can’t think of a single thing to write. And when I’ve done that I’ve sat somewhere else and still nothing comes. I’ve been out for walks, done headstands, eaten fish, eggs, deep fried wichety grubs, and even shredded wheat and still not a single pertinent thought has entered my head. I’ve asked people what they think, read many internet articles and walked past the library several times and I can only conclude that you’re going to have to get on without a blog this month and hope my writers block clears before next month.

Please contain your disappointment. It’s really not my fault. I’ve done everything I can to resolve the situation, but it has occurred. I blame Will. He takes the minutes at our café sundae meetings, so it was him who minuted that we wouldn’t have a café sundae in April. That’s got me out of the routine of writing the blog, and now I can’t seem to get back into it.

Actually. Come to think of it Helen shares some responsibility for my lack of writing as well. Over our month off she’s made me enjoy myself and do fun stuff, which means I haven’t been thinking things through as much as usual and it seems I have difficulty turning my brain back on. And she’s washed my blog jumper.

Speaking of brains I blame Mr Tetley, Mr Theakston, and Mr Guinness. Over the last 20 years I have enjoyed their delicious brews on several occasions. They make them so moreish. But medical science suggests that over-indulgence in these fabulous fermented fluids can lead to destruction of brain cells, so if they had made their products less appetizing I’d still have more of my faculties and I wouldn’t have this writer’s block now.

And while we’re about it, it’s your fault too. All you who come to café sundae or read the blog online – and especially you who comment! You’ve told me how much you enjoy my prattlings and that has lead to pressure being put on me to up the ante every time. The pressure to keep the blogs at a high standard has surely lead to writers block with the fear that at sometime I won’t hit the mark.

So over the next weeks I’m going to try to search for a compensation lawyer that doesn’t make me dry heave too much and sue the pants off everyone who has contributed to my problem. It may seem quite extreme, but I think it’s for the best.

Even though I’m expecting a six-figure settlement I’m not doing it for the money, I’m doing it because I think you all need to realise what you’ve done to me, and if my problem is highlighted it may prevent it happening to someone else. I’ve thought about my course of action long and hard, and I believe it’s the only option open to me. I don’t want to be seen adding to the problems caused by our claims culture, but I have a more genuine case than a lot of those people who sue at the drop of a hat - all those smokers who sue the tobacco companies, or the obese people who sue fast food companies for example. And what about that bloke a couple of years ago who ran over a boy on his bike, then sued him for denting his BMW. People like that seem to be just out for what they can get for themselves ready to blame other people for their mistakes and offload their responsibility onto others regardless of the consequences for whoever they sue. A lot of people who sue don’t realise that they often make the problem worse – for example there has been a rise in the number of people suing their local councils when they’ve tripped on an uneven footpath. Do they not realise that when they receive a settlement it comes out of the council’s purse and then the council has less money to spend on improving the quality of footpaths?

I also think that people do genuinely have difficulty accepting that they have made mistakes. People’s egos don’t allow them to be anything but perfect, so any mistakes must therefore be someone else’s fault. Suing successfully proves they’re right, formalises the process of absolving themselves and keeps their self-image intact. It’s an attractive proposition. I’m positive I don’t fall into this trap as Helen is always pointing out my flaws so I know I’m not perfect.

What needs to happen is for people to take responsibility for their own actions and the consequences they bring about. To stop trying to use litigation to solve what they perceive as their problems. People need to work together in community rather than against each other. They need to stop looking only at number 1, and realise their place in a wider society in which everyone has needs and problems and only a finite amount of resources to go round. We need to work together to solve everyone’s problems, not against each other to sort out only our own.

And so to teach you this important lesson, you’ll be hearing from my solicitors very soon.

Crunchy Credit: God & Greed

So I’m sitting here trying to think of a good anecdote to start this blog off and illustrate what we’re thinking about this month, but everything I think about is topped by what’s actually happening in the economy at the moment. Around us everywhere are the visible consequences of greed. Greed in the financial sector has lead to the world economy heading into recession, and whereas you and I didn’t make the decisions we have to live with the consequences. It’s quite plain to see that the consequence of greed is that everyone loses.

Where does greed come from? What makes us greedy? If I may be allowed to propose my own little theory – If you look around the animal kingdom you will see that many predatory animals don’t get 3 square meals a day. They’ll make a kill once a week, once a month sometimes even once every six months and as a consequence they have to gorge themselves on their prey as they don’t know when their next meal will come along. If any rival tries to steal their food they will defend it to the utmost as their possession. I imagine that when we were living the hunter-gatherer existence we lived an opportunistic lifestyle similar to that. A small band of hunters would chance upon a mammoth or some such and the community would feast on it. If a rival tribe came to try to share or steal it they would be repelled as certainly as possible. As society evolved and we became farmers we’ve retained some of those hoarding instincts and they have evolved into greed.

We all exhibit signs of greed to a greater or lesser extent. We all own things we don’t need. It is a natural instinct for all of us to get as far away from poverty as we can, it’s a basic survival instinct to make sure we have ‘enough.’ Most of us won’t get the opportunity to take that to excess, but would we if we had that chance? Would we draw the line and say, “I have enough now; I don’t need to gather more.” According to Wikipedia the world’s richest man is Warren Buffet who has $62 billion. He’s 79 years old. I think he’ll struggle to spend all his money before he dies even if he tries really hard. I think his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren would struggle to make a dent before they die. Bill Gates comes in third with $58 billion. These individuals and others are richer than a good number of the World’s poorest nations and yet they feel justified in their wealth. Consider the billions they have and then consider that 40% of the world’s population have to live on less than $2 a day. Even with this scant evidence it would be possible to suggest that these people have got so rich at the expense – directly or indirectly – of other people.

The 1886 US court case Santa Clara County vs Southern Pacific Railroad decided that a private corporation is a person and entitled to the human rights and protections afforded to individuals, and thus began the rise of corporate culture where big companies are offered the same protections as people are, but aren’t subject to criminal law. Where companies have grown to be international (helped in no small part by the above case) they can sit above local law and seemingly do as they want. This leads to massive companies and corporations which can make or break governments and buy out poorer countries as they will. This type of greed leaves me even more baffled. I can at some level understand why an individual may amass wealth, but why people would work so hard to make a concept (a company) so hugely wealthy is beyond me. What good it does for this company (which isn’t a person regardless of what the law says) to horde such resources is baffling to me, but again it’s done at the expense of millions of people worldwide.

Can I just say at this point that there’s nothing wrong with being rich. It’s your attitude to what you have which can get you into trouble. Jesus told a story about a man who harvested a huge crop and built bigger barns to store it all in so he could take it easy for a while when all around him his neighbours and people in his community would have been going hungry and struggling to make ends meet. God took a very dim view of that man’s actions. I said in an earlier blog that the popular saying ‘Money is the root of all evil’ is a misquote. St Paul actually wrote ‘Love of money is a root of all kinds of evil.’ He also said that greed is a form of idolatry.

And while we’re mis-quoting other people, Margaret Thatcher used a John Wesley quote to justify some of her economic policies. Wesley said, “Make all you can, save all you can, give all you can,” and she used that to justify people making as much money as they could in the 1980s. But consider that he also said, “When I have money, I get rid of it quickly, lest it find a way into my heart.”

We’re on a roll with the quotes now, have another one. Friedrich Koenig, the inventor of the high speed printing press said,”We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.”

And to end with here’s a Native American proverb.

A Native American grandfather talking to his young grandson tells the boy he has two wolves inside of him struggling with each other. The first is the wolf of peace, love and kindness. The other wolf is fear, greed and hatred. "Which wolf will win, grandfather?" asks the young boy. "Whichever one you feed," is the reply.”

Porky Pies - God & Honesty

Rob was unable to write a blog this month due to work commitments. But in the spirit of all the best newspaper columns a guest writer was found. Step up to the mark Dr. Billiam Sudsworthy and let's hear what you have to say.



So just in case you haven’t worked it out by now, it’s actually Will’s Blog this month. That’s right, I’m stepping into Rob’s shoes this month, and I can honestly say that they are very smelly!

Hmm. I’ve never done a blog before. How would Rob approach this Blog?

He’d probably start by trying to work out why people lie. Let me check on Google. Okay…I see. There seem to be three different views.

The 1st set of experts say that we are bred to lie. It starts with our parents. We soon find out that we are not allowed to say “Grandma, why do you smell of cabbages?” or “Grandad, why do you smell of wee?” It carries on with boyfriends or girlfriends. How do you respond to “Does my bum look big in this?” or “Do you love football more than me?”

The 2nd set of experts say that humans have evolved to be liars. This is the “survival of the fittest” view. They say that honest humans didn’t last long in their caves. They say that humans are just like the rest of nature, and nature tells some incredible lies in order to survive. Just think of the Venus Flytrap. Or big brother. Under this definition, putting on make up or wearing a wig might be considered a lie.

The 3rd set of experts say that we should stop using our upbringing or nature as an excuse for the simple fact that it is our free choice whether to lie or not, and that we lie to make life easier for ourselves. It is the quickest way to avoid embarrassment or get the thing we want.

So if lying is so ingrained in us humans, why did God make “Do not lie” one of the Ten Commandments? Why did Jesus re-state how important this is?

Is it because when you tell a lie, you often end up having to tell yet another lie to cover up the first one? And then another lie to cover up that one. And then another lie to cover up that one, and another, and another, another…and where does it end?

Is it because lying can become a habit that is hard to break out of? The police often find the biggest criminals through spotting the small habitual little lies that they cannot stop themselves from telling.

Is it because the only way that humans can get on with other humans is through some sort of trust of each other?

I mean, you only have to look at Barings Bank or Enron or even the causes of the Credit Crunch to see how our habit of lying damages the entire world.

I wonder. What would happen if we decided to be different?
What if we decided to live our lives so that “honesty is the best policy”?

Psychologists say that you have to practice something 27 times before it becomes a habit.

27 times. 27 times of catching a lie just before it escapes from our lips.

The question is whether we are willing to rise above our upbringing, mother nature and the culture of our society.

Here’s to the dream of a world that has a truthful answer.

Stitched up? God & Clothes

I’m going to tell you a secret. It’s something I’ve never told anyone. I haven’t even told Helen what I’m about to tell you. Prepare yourselves for this revelation; here it comes –





I don’t dress fashionably.

Phew. It’s kind of nice to get that off my chest. I feel I can get on with my life now without having to constantly look over my shoulder to see who’s watching me.


I never have followed fashion– although in the early 90’s fashion caught up with me and my style of dress fitted in roughly with the grunge movement. Dressing fashionably always seemed kind of pointless to me, as long as I have clothes to keep me warm and hide my unmentionables – for your sake as much as mine – that’ll do me.
I don’t get the point of fashion. In April last year I wrote about how I don’t like the financial markets and the seriousness with which they’re reported when the whole system is man-made (it’s on the old MySpace blog site). I view fashion in the same way but with the view that the fashion world is a total folly. The fashion world stands for nothing and achieves nothing. It’s made simply to perpetuate itself and the way it’s treated with superimposed importance belies the fact that it has nothing of value to say or contribute to the world. I have one word to say – floccinaucinihilipilification. Look it up in a dictionary.
That’s alright for me to say. I am and have always been a scruffy little man. But that doesn’t mean I don’t take care in my appearance, I just choose to look different from how the fashionistas dictate.

What you wear demonstrates a part of your personality. It gives you an identity. You can use what you wear to demonstrate your introversion or extroversion, your mood, your tastes in music, your school or profession. So when the fashion police tell us what we should be wearing they’re denying a fundamental part of our humanity. We are all individual; we should all dress as individuals.
However hard we try though, we do make judgements about people by what they’re wearing. We label people according to what they look like and if that label is one we don’t like we often don’t give that person a fair chance to prove themselves. I once turned up to a Church to help lead the service and - despite the fact that I had preached there before - because I was unshaven, scruffy and long-haired the door stewards directed me towards the alcoholics anonymous meeting that was happening in a different room to the service.
Oscar Wilde said, "Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.” I think I know where he was coming from. The whole idea of changing your wardrobe every 6 months has very limited appeal to me. I do have winter clothes and summer clothes, but that’s for practical reasons – I don’t annually renew what I wear. I have clothes in my wardrobe that I wear quite regularly which I bought in the early 90s - my blog jumper was bought in 1997 and my oldest T-shirt which I wear regularly – although not in public – I got in 1989. And here’s another thing that I think is silly: fashion houses defend their high prices claiming that you’re paying for better quality fabrics and stitching so their clothes will last. I don’t buy expensive clothes and they last longer than the fashion houses would want you to wear things for, so by their argument, they could do things cheaper as it’ll last long enough anyway.


And this is all before we even begin looking beyond the actual clothes on our backs. I think our attitude to our clothes speaks a much about us as what we wear, but it’s a private statement, not one we make to the world. Do we consider whether our clothes have been sweat-shop produced or fairly traded? Do we recycle them when we’re done with them? How much consideration we put into these things demonstrates our attitude to the world around us. As with all our actions as consumers our choices have implications for other people and our planet - implications bigger than whether the colour suits us or if it makes our bums look big.