It's the queuing at the airport, the endless security checks (which is a catch 22 situation because I worry if there aren't enough security checks) and the inevitable jet lag, that robs me of at least two precious days.
Well, now I don't need to worry. Thank you James Bond actress Naomi Harris (I told you that I was big on gratitude). Naomi has discovered and has kindly and generously shared her discovery, that the best way to get rid of jet lag is to walk barefoot after you land in the country of your destination.
So, the next time I touch down in Goa, I will recklessly kick my shoes off and race to my taxi. I say recklessly because, besides dodging taxis, rickshaws, buses, cars and cyclists, I may also have to sidestep and jump over the odd bit of contributions from cows and inconsiderate 'paan' chewers.
If you are dubious of N's remedy, rest assured that it is fool proof. How do I know this? Well, that great medical genius that is Gywnie Paltrow is a proponent of this remedy as well. On second thoughts, I think I will keep my shoes on and leave the barefoot prancing to the likes of Naomi and Gwynie.
The BBC got into hot water this week. Not that I sympathise. They had eleven months to right their wrong where their employees' salaries are concerned. But did they bother? I ask rhetorically.
Sometime back, they were forced to publish the salaries of employees earning over £450,000/-. Teresa May lowered it to £150,000/-and it turns out, they are quite the leaders in the gender pay gap. In their list of top ten highest earners, just one woman was fortunate enough to make the list.
John McEnroe gets around £250,000/- for his Wimbledon commentary, whereas the legend that is Martina Navratilova did not even make the list! Tut, tut BBC.
I was always under the impression that the Corporation was in favour of equal opportunities, since it seems to have a lot of black and ethnic background people on its programmes at any given time.
Now I realise why. They are under paid compared to their white counterparts of both genders, so obviously they can afford more ethnic presenters. Not to be cynical but it's almost a two for the price of one scenario. I can't remember the last time I tut tutted this much.
Wimbledon Ladies' Champion, Garbine Muguruza was so looking forward to having a dance with Roger Federer at the Champions' Ball. She tweeted him asking if he was ready to dance and he replied, 'Bring it on Champ' (bless).
Unfortunately, that did not happen because apparently there wasn't even a dance floor! If I was Muguruza, I would return my trophy in protest. Well, I am not her (more chance of the entire population of pigs flying), so the replica trophy is safe.
There is no spice in the White House anymore. The Sean and the Don have parted ways. Will the world be a better place for it? Time will tell.
I did wonder if Trump would replace him with a long lost uncle but Spicer's replacement, Anthony Scaramucci (sounds like a name from a Godfather movie) appears to be no relative. He also appears to have done a good job on his first time at the podium with the White House press. As I said, time will tell.
Until next time, try and keep it light!
No comments:
Post a Comment