Cracking knuckles: the best sound in the world
Crackin’!
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Archive for March 18, 2008
For years now, I have cracked my knuckles every single day. I even do it in my sleep.
Now though, I have added my elbows, knee and neck to list of ‘things I can crack’.
A few weeks ago, someone at work told me I was the only girl they know who cracks her knuckles and people are forever telling me I’ll get arthritis. However, after doing a little research the interweb, I came to the conclusion that this is merely a myth.
Here’s something I found:
No, of course it doesnt. A study focused on 300 habitual knuckle crackers found no evidence linking knuckle cracking and arthritis. Chronic crackers did suffer other harm, including soft tissue damage and loss of grip strength. This damage is usually minor, however, and cracking your knuckles actually has some benefits — you’ll feel looser and enjoy more mobility in your joints immediately after popping.
Recommended track: ‘Apply Some Pressure’ by Maximo Park.
I quit!
No butts! 
It has just occured to me that I haven’t smoked a single cigarette since December 22nd 2007. It is now March 18th 2008 and I’m not even craving one. Not in the slightest.
When I lived in Spain, I was constantly relaxed. It felt like life was just one big holiday (which was fantastic) and to me, there was nothing more satisfying than sitting outside a chiringuito (beach bar) with a Tinto de Verrano in one hand, a cigarette in the other and the sun beating down on my already impressive tan.
However, (and this could be due to the UK’s ban on smoking anywhere public with 4 walls) I can now quite happily go to the pub for a pint and the thought of lighting up doesn’t even enter my head. Then again, I didn’t have a boyfriend in Spain (well, not for longer than 5 minutes), one which hates the stench of stale smoke on clothes and breath and has been one of my main reasons for successfully quitting.
I’m hoping to keep this up as it will do wonders for my skin, my teeth, my (not yellow) fingers and of course, those things which allow me to breathe. Ah yes, lungs. Recommended track: ‘Cigarettes and Alcohol’ by Oasis.
Why I hate hippies:
Why I hate hippies:
After living in one of the most densely populated ‘hippy’ areas of the UK for almost six months, it’s now become clear to me that most hippies are nothing but scruffy, smelly, nosey, do-gooders with sickening voices and an impossible desire to save the world.
Last night, on my way home, one particular breed of hippy decided to point out that I was listening to my iPod too loud after I got off the train.
“Your music is very loud” said the hippy, pointing at my earphones.
“Yes” I said, “that’s the way I like it”.
“Why don’t you get some quieter earphones” suggested the hippy.
“Why don’t you keep your opinions to yourself” I said.
“It’s inconsiderate to other people on the train” protested the hippy.
“Go and sit somewhere else then” I suggested. “F*@king do-gooder”
“F@*king bitch” the hippy bravely muttered under its breath.
“C*nt!” I shouted, before the hippy scuttled away to the station’s rest room, which is a shame because I was all fired up and ready to knock the cheeky cow flying, preferably onto the rail tracks and under a passing train.
What gives these people the right to tell others what they can and can’t do?
Recommended track: ‘Had Enough’ by The Enemy.
