Does Processed and Red Meat Cause Cancer?

There have been worrying findings concerning processed and red meat causing cancer. There is an EU body that has made a study of these findings and many are wondering how substantial this is.

There seems to be a lot of variable factors in the report and some things remain unproved, yet not necessarily discounted.

It is worrying for many as worldwide, a great many people do eat processed and red meat on a regular basis.

Please click here for: EU report.

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You Will Like this Dazzling 3D artwork

When 3D art is done in the street and seen from the correct angle; it is quite breathtaking and very compelling to observe. I was once walking through London and come across a pavement artist as I walked out of a train station.

The pavement artist had obviously positioned his dimensional approach for people coming out of the station entrance during rush hour for maximum effect of commuters catching the art at the correct angle. The image was of a set of dank looking cellar stairs leading down into some dark abode.

Everyone coming out of the station had to look twice because it seemed as though you were approaching another subway. A dark and sinister one. It was a splendid piece of 3D artwork. The artist had a hat close by with coinage in. I decided to throw some loose change in. It was a dazzling, effective, and very eye-catching thing.

Bucking Bronco Christmas 1966

As a boy, I had a variety of different toys. Many of them were enjoyed, but recently I recalled a special one after my aunt Iris passed away. It was one of those little things that jog a memory. It must have been about two or three days after Christmas of 1966. At least I'm almost certain it was that year. It was evening and I can remember my Mum and Dad being happily surprised when my Uncle Fred (Mum's elder brother) knocked on the door with aunt Iris. All were happy and I can remember my aunt Iris giving to my sister and me each, a splendidly wrapped box with a bow. This was a delightful bonus a few days after Christmas. I can't remember what my sister got, but clearly remember genuine joy and astonishment when I opened my Christmas present. It was a key clockwork wined-up bucking bronco (horse) with a colourful cowboy in a yellow tartan like shirt and a dark plain scarf, a hat that came off, side guns and spurs - the whole cowboy package as far as a little boy was concerned. When one turned the key, the bronco bucked and the cowboy would be thrown off. I thought it was marvelous and I remember thinking the cowboy was smashing, because he had side guns and I could pretend that he was able to get off his horse and walk about with bow legs.(In my kiddie imagination) Plus if you never turned the key, you could pretend the horse was well behaved and carried his cowboy from place to place in the normal well behaved manner. Well, you know what its like at that age, you love cowboy and Indian flicks - John Wayne and Co. I thought this toy was the full shilling with a bit of mustard to boot. I never remembered what happened to it, but I do believe my old aunt Iris and Uncle Fred must have put a lot of thought into that one. When I heard aunt Iris had passed away, that 1966 Christmas time visit and the little box of delight sprang to mind - a little moment in eternity for aunt Iris. x

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