Posts archive for: 2 February, 2006
  • Doncaster

    I live in Doncaster, but it's not the only one. I've just accessed an online list of all the other places or features in the world called Doncaster. Before discovering the site I was only aware of the town in Australia called Doncaster, but there are several others.

    The complete list is:-

    1...Doncaster - a town in England (where I live)

    2...A district of Toronto, Ontario, Canada

    3...A river in Quebec, Canada

    4...A small town in Charles County, Maryland, U.S.A.

    5...A state forest, also in Charles County, Maryland

    6...A large town in Victoria, Australia

    7...Doncaster Village, Baltimore County, Maryland

    The name of the village where I lived for twenty five years, Thurnscoe, is totally unique. The website, 'Getty Thesaurus of Geographic Names' has placed Thurnscoe in Doncaster Borough when it is actually located on the eastern fringes of Barnsley Borough though.

  • Body Mass Index

    I watched a programme on TV on Tuesday night about the NHS possibly restricting access to certain medical procedures for people who are deemed to be overweight. The criterion used to determine as to whether or not a person is overweight is a complicated mathematical formula called the 'body mass index' (B.M.I.)

    As an example the B.M.I.s for an entire rugby team were calculated and most of the players were assessed as being overweight, obese, or in one case, morbidly obese...and these are fit, healthy young men. What hope is there for the rest of us?

    I've just been online and calculated my own B.M.I. and I appear to be borderline obese; granted I'm probably a couple of stones overweight, but I'm generally fit and active (I walk a lot). If I were to lose enough weight to get down to my ideal body weight according to the B.M.I. calculation I fear that I'd up being seriously malnourished and ill.

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    BATTLE OF THE SEXES

    I know where
    She gets off,
    But never where
    She gets on.

    Today, the train
    Is ten minutes late
    But I'm still waiting.

    HAIKU

    last day of the year,
    she clings to her youth
    like an unpicked apple

    HAIKU

    first signs of spring;
    haiku in every front garden

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