Apart from that...

Apart from...that, as the repeatedly overused idiom entails (as well as a scathing sketch by Harold Pinter), this weekend's news has been spun between the fixtures of international sport, most notably, England's brilliant win over France. Oh, they also beat them at rugby on Saturday too - catapulting them into their toughest challenge yet, but rightly so, against the indefatigable Springboks for the re-attainment of the World Cup. Meanwhile, touching on my previous, ponderous post concerning Jamie Oliver's flawed initiative, and schools' wish to keep children trim, it appears we're all getting fatter and should stop eating to save the planet. It seems absurd to think that people consider preying on the sympathies of someone's global affinities overrides their desire to live healthily. Maybe its just me. Abortion laws in Britain are being questioned again, reminding nu-feminists like Amanda to stand up for their beliefs and, in turn, remind us that some individuals conceive during heavy drug use, bouts of extreme poverty, and chronic depression. All in all, one feels the abortion law is somewhat subsidiary to the anguish of terminating a birth as it stands, so why exacerbate that feeling. But apart from all that...