Egg it baby egg it

So the easter themed TV is hilariously mixed.

Yesterday, childrens classic Chicken Run (who doesn't laugh at the escapades of plastecine birds?) - you get the reference to eggs, right?

Today, The Passion Of The Christ which is... slightly less upbeat than the former and never fails to make my chocolate-coated stomach churn. Even I, an un-squeamish potential doctor find the torture scenes hard to handle.

So there you have a contrast between the comercialised easter and the original message. It's amazing that over 2000 years its been completely transformed from a brutal tale of whipping, nailing and crucifying to all fluffy bunnies, chicks and rolling eggs.

Passion got me thinking about religion but I'm not going to enter into a theological debate at 2 in the morning. Maybe later.

All the easter eggs have put a distinct stop to my weight loss plans. Plans are as follows: Have to lose a bit before May 3rd (my big brother's wedding) but not too much as I won't fit into the gorgeous dress I've bought. Then can lose about a stone before summer (always have to be thinner in summer, can't use the excuse that it's insulation) and then maintain/lose another half stone by christmas when I jet off to Australia for three weeks. Fun fun, rabbit food is in, carbs are out!

Want music.

And beer.

Will attempt to find both.