t's time to come clean. To admit to everyone and myself that I have a problem. Addiction is something that creeps up on you. It starts with a taste, then a bit of recreational consumption and before long its a habit. I have to admit that it's become a problem. My consumption has become an issue and is threatening everything.
I am of course speaking about my love of crisps and savoury bagged snacks. Doritos, Wotsits, Nik Naks plus regular crisps are so delicious. I love them. But I'll happily demolish a so called 'sharing bag' in a single sitting and it has to stop.
It turns out my lack of willpower is actually a triumph of modern engineering. I’m not just a man with a bag of Doritos; I’m a biological system being dismantled by 'Vanishing Caloric Density' and a perfectly calculated 'Bliss Point.' I’m not weak—I’m just outgunned by food scientists.
But before I tackle the problem I feel I must rank those tasty delights...
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I need to deal with my problem, but I have to be honest: cutting them out completely isn’t realistic. They are far too delicious for a total exile. Perhaps the answer, then, lies in moderation rather than banishment. From now on, crisps will become a weekend treat—something to be savoured and respected rather than demolished on autopilot. I’ll still allow the occasional mini multipack offering in my snap tin* for a bit of mid-shift morale, but beyond that, I must exercise restraint. It is a difficult path, certainly, but every warrior must eventually face their trials—even if that trial is flavoured with chilli heatwave.
*In Yorkshire, “snap” means food taken to work, and the “snap tin” is the sacred vessel that carries it.
This week, I headed over to my physiotherapy appointment for my back. I haven't mentioned my recovery from the cycling accident back in November for a while, but I’ve been attending private physio sessions for some time now. I’m making solid progress, and the treatment is definitely getting results, though I never imagined I’d still be feeling the effects six months later.
This week’s session was a bit of a departure for me: I had acupuncture. My physio did say I might feel a little prick but I said that's usual for me (didn't happen). It was a completely new experience—painless, surprisingly—and while it hasn't eliminated the pain entirely, it has made it far more bearable. The effects only last a few days, so it’s vital that I keep up with my exercises too.
Thursday saw Magnus, my beloved four-legged companion, celebrate his 5th birthday. He has been such a source of comfort, fun, and companionship over the years. I am so glad we have him in our lives.
The spirit of the Urban Viking—and the occasional absurdity of navigating the modern world—lives on in my webcomic, Northman. 
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