Easter day.

So, it's the time of year again that we gorge ourselves on chocolate and sugar, pigging out as best we can, forgetting what easter's really about.

Wait, what is it about?

Oh yeah, the bloke in white that was whipped until his spine was visible out his back and then was nailed to a tree and left to bleed to death.

I propose a minute of silence for that dude. Homie love out there, Jesus.

Right. We're done with that.

I took a look at some of the ingredients for a tube of mini eggs. Ever done that? The list takes up half the packaging. Crammed full of colouring, flavouring, scentening and preservatives. Oh, and a bit of actually edible stuff too, I believe.

Speaking of preservatives, I have a theory regarding them. People cram food full of them, to preserve it and make a loaf of bread last for three years, and then some. Well, I say, if it can do that to a loaf of bread, then surely we should stuff ourselves full of them, and preserve ourselves. It must preserve us, if it does it to food. For example, I know a twenty-three year old woman that eats so much chewing gum, none of this "Wrigleys no preservatives" junk, the proper stuff, all chemicals and preservatives, and you'd never guess she was over twelve.

See? Preservatives at work.

So that's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna eat so much preservatives that by the time I die, in three hundred years time nonetheless, I'l be practically laminated.

That'll give Time Team 4000 AD something interesting to dig up.