I've broken the silence, I’m here, still alive and kicking. As I’m sure you've gathered from my silence the last few months I've worn a lot of black and haven’t been running as much as I should. That means one thing, the only running I’ve been doing is to the kitchen to get a Gin and Tonic...my thought process for chit chat hasn't really been there. 

Today is the first day I have gone to work without my hot water bottle, yes I’m 24. I'm like a hot water bottle mule, in the winter I have one strapped to my front and my back, attractive. I just need the shuffle and I’m Quasimodo hunchback. But this is a step forward. I also got called childish today for making Whitney Houston related jokes... it's not right but it's ok. So I’m heading back to my old ways.

I'm going to the cinema tonight however I'm not sure how I feel about the snacks there? The grub there makes me feel like I’m going to have a brain haemorrhage however I always feel like I need something to do in the cinema, it's a real challenge for me to just sit there. Why do we HAVE to buy popcorn at the cinema, who actually thinks "o I really fancy some popcorn" no one ever craves it, you'd never normally eat it and its irritating for people next to you. Surely the dream cinema snack is the foam banana, these also happen to be my Scottish Father's favourite sweet. The foam banana is the only silence sweet out there.

There is a market here I might tap into, silent sweets.

Bananas for me are a strange, I eat them because they're good for me, like when I’m ill I take paracetamol, I don't it them but it's something you should do.

How the hell did we discover bananas what a strange thing to look at and think I wonder if we peel it and eat the mush in the middle if it tastes good.

Fact: Did you know bananas also come in purple and red?

I genuinely have a phobia of brown banana’s, are the devil to me. They sweat, seem to have this humid feel and aroma o the aroma that I can't handle.