I’m not following the whole Olympics thing but if there’s one thing that I do follow it’s food and I wonder if I could deal with the Michael Phelps style way of eating.

Breakfast:

• 3 fried egg sandwiches with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, fried onions and mayonnaise
• 2 cups of coffee
• 1 five egg omlette
• 1 bowl of grits
• 3 slices of French toast with powdered sugar
• 3 chocolate chip pancakes

Lunch:

• 1lb of pasta
• 2 large ham and cheese sandwiches with mayo on white bread
• 1000 calories of energy drinks

Dinner:

• 1lb of pasta
• 1 pizza
• 1000 calories of energy drinks

That’s 12000 calories a day. His stomach must be the size of a bowling ball! What happens when he stops training? How does he not throw up when he jumps in the pool? Should I start swimming miles and miles every day so I can eat that much too?

I’m always up for a challenge.

Source: NY Post

Had a fabulous time at Ivan’s wedding on Saturday. Me and Eddy left late so we missed out on Borough Market but made it in time for a pre-wedding drink and nibbles.

The bride was fashionably late but sported an awesome dress with about a million buttons so all was forgiven. I tried out the sport mode on my big camera which was great for getting the shots but not so good on the focus front so I will be altering my technique for Judith’s wedding and attacking Ivan’s pics with Photoshop.

Being over 6ft Eddy got the Flip and provided the video action for the ceremony (good thing too or else it could very well have been bumshots the whole day). A nice quick ceremony with a slight back up to sing a hymn that got overlooked and we were out on the pavement.

Wandered down to Chiswick House with Michelle, Vicky and partners and had the yummiest canapés ever! Chorizo, gazpacho soup in bottles, mini paellas, tempura tuna with wasabi, peach-prosciutto-cheese-rosemary skewers… one more chorizo and I would have popped!

Round us up for a quick photo and inside for food and wine! Such a great choice of red wine I didn’t even bother with the white. Nectarine soup for dessert. Cut the cake. Speeches and about a thousand gifts to all the helpers. The first dance with each oooooohhhhhh factor. Chocolate wedding cake and lemon wedding cake. A great band. The hunt for the groom to say our goodbyes. Then trying to find our way home before the tube closed (mission unaccomplished so it was a taxi and three buses home. What a trooper.)

Fantastic day.

Nigel and Sarah’s wedding on Friday was fantastic. Where else could you go for a welly wanging and tug-of-war?! Add a hog roast with perfect crackling and Pimms to boot and you’ve got yourself a party! Did I forget to mention that I got the furtherest of the girls throws with 16.10 metres?!

I now realise the problem of not visiting rellies often enough when my 3 month old cousin (once removed) is suddenly 13 months and walking. Scary thing was how much he looked like Jason… I didn’t think babies looked like anyone! Frank was less than impressed with me until the night wore on and he realised I was tall enough to reach the helium balloons in the marquee. He also warmed to Ed after he inhaled a few balloonfulls of helium and had a wee high-pitched chat with Frank.

Thank goodness for the Golden Ball being stumbling distance from the reception and for them doing a cooked breakfast in the morning!

He was way ahead of his time in 1994. In D2: The Mighty Ducks he was wearing a keffiyeh now loved by emos (and me) the world over.