Last week I was all gung-ho about feeling the fear and doing it anyway and this week…well this week isn’t going so great.
In a case of good timing, The Body Shop Coconut Butter* (RRP €18.95 for 200ml) arrived at my door the same day I ran out of my trusty La Roche-Posay Lipikar Balm so I was looking forward to trying it out.
Today marks the beginning of Melanoma Awareness Month, a global initiative to promote the early detection and prevention of skin cancer. In Ireland, the campaign is being driven by La Roche-Posay, the Melanoma Trust, the Irish Cancer Society, Dr. Patrick Ormond Consultant Dermatologist and with the support of the Department of Health.
The above video has been developed by La Roche-Posay, as part of its SOS Save Our Skin public awareness campaign and highlights the particular risk to Irish men.
It has been a strange month, there’s been good days and bad days, but despite my best laid plans I’ve been letting the bad days dwell on me more than I probably should considering the good days actually outnumbered them.
Reading this post over on F is for… got me thinking about public displays of affection and they’re not something I normally give much thought to.
It’s not something that bothers me; gay, straight, trans, bisexual, or none of these, I’m unlikely to pay attention to whose hand you’re holding or mouth you’re kissing. Unless you’re actually standing in my way in the street or sitting in front of me in the cinema and distracting me from the movie then my view is do whatever makes you happy with whoever makes you happy (as long as you realise you’re in public obviously). Even then you can continue to do as you please but be prepared for me to ask you to move out of my way first.
It kinda crept up on me and, suddenly, hit me full force across the head all at the same time. It’s possible that there were little signs that I didn’t pick up on, actually if I’m being honest then I definitely missed a sign or two but the first I realised anything was really wrong was when the floaty feeling reared its head on Monday morning.
It’s like I’m in the corner of the room watching everything that happens, both, around me and to me but I’m not inside my own head enough to be in real control of any of it.
There’s no two ways about it, the first time you see your ex after the break up is bound to be all kinds of awkward. You can plan it out in your head a million times over but it’s never gonna play out like that.
Maybe it would have been different if we’d arranged to meet up instead of unexpectedly bumping into each other in this city that is too damn small at times but seeing her really knocked me for six. Just as an aside, we had originally arranged to see each other shortly after she moved home but at the last minute we both realised, separately, that we weren’t ready to face each other yet so it didn’t happen.
Put me in front of a group of strangers, give me a set topic and I’ll talk the hind legs off a donkey with no problem at all. Place me in front of the same group without something specific to talk about and I’ll probably mutter and mumble for fifteen minutes before being able to make any sense at all. It’ll take another while before I actually relax and feel like myself.
I don’t fare much better with individual people either, I’m the same gibbering wreck for a good half an hour or so. It’s a rare occurrence that I meet someone and instantly feel comfortable around them which, I guess, makes it all the nicer when it does happen.
Last week saw Phantom 105.2 announce the results of their reader poll to find the top 50 Irish songs of all time. The full list can be found here and, without spoiling it for those who haven’t read it yet, can I just say that I can’t stand the song that made it to number one.
Each to there own though and not everyone is going to agree with my favourites from the list either (there are more than the two mentioned here).
It’s been a few weeks since I did one of these but here’s a round up of blog posts, articles and stuff that caught my eye over the last week.