Further to the recent Sugar Mountain post, and feeling bloatier than Bloaty McBloatface, I decided to take evasive action and not have any sugar today. I think I even managed to not have any fruit.

The whole of my lower intestines are gurgling like some entity in a Stephen King story.

Oh yes. Heheheheheh. Bloat.

Bloop Blup

Still heeeere, Bloaty boy. You NEED something sugary.


There’s no avoiding this, Bloaty boy.

Hey, sweet tooth boy!



You’re going to feel reeeeeaaaaaal sorry when you don’t get some more of that sucrose slurped down. Yes sir.

Srowwwllllllllllllllllllllll brip

Hey! Heeeeeyyyyyyyyyy! Bloat.



And so forth. All talk. I’ve stopped listening. It’ll be tapping on the window later on. Same routine, slightly muted, through the glass.




Although so far having moderate success negotiating the living of a full life without alcohol in it, I have noticed a tendency in the last week to fall with unseemly enthusiasm on sweet stuff. Of course I’m trying to be mindful about it – snacking on nuts and fruit, etc – but if there’s something sugary going, it’s gone, you get me?

Flapjack in the canteen at dinnertime, little caramel squares, cake or chocs for someone’s birthday, biscuits with coffee at that meeting we had to go to… And apparently no inclination at all to hold up a firm hand and deny the toothsome temptations of the tray.

Da, da, DA.

My guts are protesting. I’m taking the view that it’s an adjustment thing, but if I’m still gronffing cookies this time next week I might need someone to stage an intervention.

Returning to my A to Z Challenge Birthday Book theme, today is the day the world welcomed Edward Kennedy Ellington, better known as Duke Ellington, the inspirational band leader, composer, arranger and musician.


Celebrating the fact, and taking the A to Z train to our penultimate stop, here are three Ellington compositions that all have a ‘Y’ component:

Black Butterfly:

A cast-iron Ellington classic, Black Beauty:

…and concluding with this vinyl delight from 1937, co-written with Rex Stewart. Sugar Hill Shim Sham, alternate title “You Ain’t in Harlem Now”:

Happy Birthday your Grace!