They died natty

A dude died last month from DNP and the story was in the news today.

Somehow, this got linked to my college classmate – who had died by other means. The story was run with his photo and details. The newspapers had gotten their sources wrong, and the police had leaked details of both separately. The tabloid in question put these together, and the story was circulated in the media. Luckily, our classmates were lawyers, and got the story taken down as quickly as possible. Feel bad for his family and close friends though.

Unlikely he chose DNP as a means to end his life.


Had first two interviews this week over Skype – both were a stretch for me. One was a data centre engineer in a university, and the other was second line support in a large company. Struck out with both. Don’t really have any qualifications. Think this was a big reason, even if I interview well.

By contrast, an IT guy in company we support has several dozen certs, is in his 40s, but was unable to run OS X’s task manager and shut down a program with a memory leak. He’s making 75k, and called one of our dudes on site to do it. I think no one takes you seriously until you’re 35. Probably just stall until then. Turned 25 last week. Feel burnt out. Hope the change of scenery remedies this temporarily.

DSL was down for 2 days. Up today after threat to switch provider.

Ex-gfs are all getting married and knocked up. Almost all work in retail – probably dodged many bullets. But thought I’d have impregnated by now. Gotta give it time. Moving in is the first step.

Novel is up to 25k words. Maybe 500 words a day.

Not lifting jack shit apart from rehab. Pain free. Trying to see as many friends as I can before leaving. Boozing has tripled as a result. Had some very good times.

Getting about 100 miles a week on the bike. Cadence is getting better. More flexible. Better position. More endurance and power output.

Have a place secured to live in Bath. No job yet. Just gotta trust it will come together.


10 thoughts on “They died natty

    1. … in that you stop caring.

      Also past 30 you realize no one takes you seriously until you’re at least 50. And you get better at delegating stuff and sounding like you know what you’re talking about.

  1. Also I Googled DNP after reading this and apparently it’s pretty nasty stuff. Even people who take ‘roids generally stay away from DNP, if forums and websites are to be believed.

  2. Got pretty sick of 5kg of potato a week about 2 months in. Not in terms of taste, but just the labour in preparing and dressing them them up.

    Learned the essential part of that diet is a wife who’ll cook your spuds.

    1. Yeah this was the biggest issue for me. I recently got a large stock pot so I have the capability of making a weeks worth of mashed potatoes in one go. The timing was terrible. I made potatoes once and had to acknowledge that I’d gotten and pretty much cut potatoes out. But now I have a sweet stock pot for boiling/steaming things which is actually nice.

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