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A few words by the poet Dylan Thomas to take with you on the weekend. Take care of each other and whatever you do, don’t be bored!

“Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,

Time held me green and dying

Though I sang in my chains like the sea.”

– from ‘Fern Hill’

I need you to stop for chocolate.


I’ve often wondered whether I only smoke because eating as much chocolate, as often as I would like to, would actually kill me quicker. I am way past obsession and have officially crossed over in to addiction territory. I’ve even phoned my boyfriend at ungodly hours begging for sweet release. It’s quite common to see me finish off an entire slab on my own (mostly because I refuse to share) especially if it’s my favourite: Cashew & Coconut. I add chocolate to my coffee, and when I feel safe from persecution, I will saturate my morning bacon in chocolate syrup. My health holds me back from keeping Nutella around the house since I might as well invite Diabetes to stay. Speaking of invitations, guests who come to my home bearing chocolates are welcomed like lost children and are allowed to do pretty much as they please. Bringing flowers won’t even get you as far as changing the channel on my decoder.

It has reached a point where I’ve even spoken to professionals about my intense cravings thinking it might be explained by a lack of serotonin or something similar. But they’ve all thrown their hands in air unable to offer any solution. My Sunday dinner consisted of an Oreo McFlurry, followed by a double chocolate Tinkie, topped off with half a slab of Nestle Crunch. Do you see what I am saying? I need some second and third opinions, does anyone share an intense and specific food addiction? And is there any science behind such unnatural chocolate cravings?