Skins and Ginger
Well, the final episode of Skins aired last night, and I couldn't help but think how much it reflected my own life. I also wonder how many people all over the country can relate to the characters.
From the start of the very first episode, they could have been writing about my teenage life; my friends. A group of recreational drug users (although I never did indulge) whom are not addicted, just simply having fun. The house parties, the loose morals – the pure, guiltless fun. Nothing to worry about, nothing to care about – just out for a good time.
This final episode shows just how quickly people must go from fun loving youths, to taking hold of their futures. Some are unable to do this, others perhaps overdo it. As my own group of friends dispersed to various universities, it became harder and harder to stay in touch. We all made new friends, and many of us (myself included) moved away altogether, even when University was finished.
The death of 'Chris' also brought back painful memories of losing my own best friend, although this was through accident rather than illness. Life can be seriously cruel – my friend was just 23, his whole life ahead of him. Still, I guess everything happens for a reason, however obscure that might be.
On another line of thought – I currently have a mad addiction to Ginger of all things!! What is going on there? Yesterday I made do with a ginger flavoured yoghurt and some ginger chocolate, but today I went and bought a 200g bag of stem ginger, and have since been sat in the office nibbling away. No, before anyone asks, I am not pregnant – I have no idea why the craving, but its certainly not that! The worrying thing is, here I was thinking I was being really healthy, and I have now found out it is possible to overdose on ginger, with some very nasty side effects! According to google, it causes 'depression, sleepiness, dizziness, stomach ulcers and heart arrhythmias. Oh dear…. I can't believe the size of the lambs now – everyone is posting pictures of tiny babies, and ours look like monsters, although ours are a few months old! Surely they must be ready to go soon… As for everything else – soon be time to start clearing up and preparing for the summer months. The youngsters had their rugs off at the weekend, although why they need rugs when the million-pound horses in Newmarket manage without is beyond me! My other half is the soft one when it comes to rugs, and insists that they need them. Having said that, he did criticise me putting a rug on Emae shortly after she was born (well it was snowing!)