Chocolate. Good or Bad. Come here Roo......

Eeyore is easily confabulated. Science and the like, except MY FRIEND, Mr Higgs-Boson, who is too small to throw me into the river, though I am told he has a violent temper when he and his family are thrown together, are too troublesome for someone who's head has ears to support. So imagine my gob being smacked when I read about being glum. What do they know about being glum! Try being the thing my ears hang off; no try being my tail, or even the bits in between.

I have good news, especially if you are a rat in water, though it does not mention water rats. Chocolate makes a higher class of double barrelled rat swim faster.

So Roo is a bit like a rat, three letters you see, and it so happened that I had some chocolate on me, people do throw the strangest things, and I gave him said chocolate and oops - he fell in the water. What I didn't think of was the relative weight of chocolate to Roo . Unfortunately, well you can guess the rest.

Pope Scandal. It wasn't me states Eeyore

 Do not use tar or onions on your member. It could make you cry!

The last time I used a condom was when Roo blew one up when he thought it was a balloon. It had CR not Benedickt embroidered on it. I then painted it to resemble a twig, and tried to beat Christopher Robin at Pooh Sticks. Unluckily for me it went backwards, blown by the wind, and then went bang as it hit a thorn bush.

I did not, however, write to ask Pope, or was it Pooh, for his blessing of the idea, nor did I ask him for advice on how to prevent more Tiggers. Owl has been more helpful in that regard and has shown me a magazine with lots of guns in it, but I couldn't find one with room for my hooves, so I left it at CR's house with a hint "Beware Tiggers, see page 9".

I have beaten CR and Pooh at Sticks with my new invention which is two sticks knotted together with some of my tail, thanks again to Owl and Roo, in the form of a cross. I did tell Pope, or was it Pooh, what I had done; I was told that under the rules that my entry was not a stick, but in fact two sticks and a bit of bum hair, so I was disqualified.

Then they threw me in to get their sticks! Mine was so fast that I couldn't catch it.

Unfortunately, oh dear, their sticks were broken in the rescue, so I thought up a new rule. This is the Post Race Inspection of Stick, which meant that they were disqualified as their one sticks had become two sticks. So there. Eeyore is not stupid, just sad, very sad.

A bit of history on Omega 3

How pain and depression may be linked

My good friend Winnie is staring into the internet at present muttering to himself about something called Omega fish oils and depression. First things first why do fish need oil; they seem slippery enough whenever I am thrown in the stream. And what is depression but the holes that I fall into sometimes, occasionally landing on Heffalump.

Two people stand out in the link between Psychiatry and Omega 3 fish oils are Professor Malcolm Peet Dr Malcolm Peet in Pubmed and the late Dr David F Horrobin. Dr David Horrobin in Wikipedia.

We should not forget that new ideas cause great problems to the medical scientific community, as they are not "thinkers" anymore but are more like worker bees making honey and money for someone elses hive.

Where did I leave it?

It's Friday the 23rd, which means that it's Friday the 13th + 10. This is a fact. So if you are 10 do not go out.

I am not going out as I am in a sad mood. Eeyore wasn't invited to the Leaders Debate last night and I had a very good question, but I've forgotten  it now, so there.

If I had been there you wouldn't have seen me as I am not very big, but nor am I very small, like Mr Higgs Boson. I know I left him somewhere, but I can't remember where. Everybody is looking for him now, but I know they won't find him; they never asked me and I am not telling; ever.

Might be better looking at him than looking for him. Just a thought. Not a big one though. Night night.