Grapes

Remember I read in an article somewhere about weight, exercise and fitness – that kind of thing, and the importance about allowing you to “at least one ‘bad’ day a week”. Meaning eat whatever you want that day = candy, ice cream, fries, pizza, -whatever.

And then the fitness-expert admitted that “we’ve all broken this rule, I mean who hasn’t eaten a grape in the supermarket, or during the movie or whenever”.

I’m still shocked. Here I go walk around all stupid, convinced fruit was good and healthy. I can’t even think of nibbling on a darn grape without feeling extreme guilt.

O, did I mention that one of all things production houses always keep for guests is (drum whirl) – grapes (cymbal).