You have probably heard of the Law of Attraction and Quantum Physics. Basically, the Law of Attraction is a law that is based on getting exactly what you want in life through your thoughts. Sounds bizarre, but actually it is very real.

Everything is energy and vibrates, including us. Everything is flashing in and out of existence and it is through our own thoughts that we are able to observe this energy into observable reality. What we focus on the most, is what we get. Therefore, if you focus your thoughts on money, you will attract money into your reality. If you focus your thoughts on a happy relationship, you will experience that. If you want something in life such as a waist pouch, simply focus on it and you will receive it.

The most important part of using the Law of Attraction is using it the right way. Any type of negative thinking should be replaced with positive thinking. This is because the Law of Attraction is always working and will always give you what you ask for - good or bad. So, if you are constantly thinking that you are broke, you will remain in poverty. However, the minute you shift your focus on feeling abundant and visualizing yourself as prosperous, you will attract abundance.

The universe is full of energy. We are all part of that energy. This energy is always in motion. Therefore, whatever we put out (in our thoughts) to the universe, it sends back to us. There is nothing the universe cannot provide to us. It is through our focused thought that it manifests and is sent to us. Everything in the universe is already available. We simply need to tune into it to receive it.

Whether you believe in the Law of Attraction or not has no affect on it working. It is always working regardless if you believe in it or not. So, with this in mind, it only makes sense to keep your thoughts focused on what you want and not on what you do not want.

I know that I normally write about brand new computer accessories, or running gadgets that are really awesome so I buy and then never use, but I thought that today I would write about something a little bit closer to home. Every home has one, it sits in the corner of the kitchen or in the utility room, its a massive, mean cleaning machine! The humble washing machine is simply known as the appliance that washes clothes, and making a racket on the fast spin.

However, Electrolux seem to have revolutionised the concept of the washing machine, making it wall mounted, and can apparantly add to a calm atmosphere. The Electrolux Shine, aims to take the washing machine out of the kitchen and into the bathroom, having a white porcelain finish designed to match with bathroom furniture, as opposed to the current silver kitchen utensil things that go with the cooker, dishwasher and fridge. There are two types, wall mounted, which blends in with wall mounted bathroom cabinets and lights, and a floor standing model which blends in the bathroom furniture.

Calum Armstrong, Electrolux Industrial Design Manager, Fabric Care said “The bathroom is more of a relaxation room than a cleansing room, the SHINE concepts are thoroughly connected to this with our intention to contribute to a therapeutic atmosphere, akin to Japanese culture.” The light ring around the door isn’t just an eye catching decoration, it changes with the cycle stage, so as the wash progresses, the door lights up in a clockwise manner, a new idea compared to the top of the line LCD’s and LED washing machines with time displays.

The Electrolux Shine is a remarkable concept, having a wall mounted washing machine that doesn’t look nice, but could also mean not bending down to unload the washing. And it doesn’t even look like a washing machine, it looks like a piece of art anyone would love on their wall. We aren’t just bringing the washing machine to the bathroom, we are adding some style too.

Previously I reported on “I Want One of Those’s” box of nothing, a gift of its own uniqueness, for the person who doesn’t want anything for their birthday. IWOOT has an extensive range of “Kitsch and Daft” gadgets and while I want to be writing some more useful gadget articles, I have to comment on five of the daftest gadgets I have ever seen, before or after the box of nothing.

With thieves everywhere, it is becoming unsafe to carry your valuables like your iPod or phone, but it is getting even harder to carry your laptop safely to work or University while on public transport. So IWOOT rolled out the “Undercover Laptop Sleeve”, which resembles a standard package, which is really a laptop sleeve, so you can carry your laptop around, without the fear of thieves knowing a laptop is inside. But don’t, I mean don’t leave it near a postbox.

Next, show a bit of lavishness, with“Gold, Bullion Doorstop.” A beautiful thing, gleaming on the living room floor, resembling a real gold bar, without the premium price tag, of £9.99.

If you loved the snow we had this year, and still long for its icy breath, then the “Instant Snow in a Can” is for you. Simply add water, and you’ll have instant winter any time, even in the hot summer nights. When you’ve finished playing with it, the snow will dehydrate and can be vacuumed up so it is easy to clean up afterwards. Turn your bedroom into a winter wonderland for just £3.99.

Speaking of the vacuuming, do you hate it when your workstation is full of biscuit crumbs because you were too messy over tea break? Not any more, thanks to the Desktop Hetty and Henry vacuum cleaners. They make light work of crumb cleaning, even in between the crevices of your keyboard, and it all works with the power of batteries, and only £9.99 each.

I’m not saying IWOOT is full of daft gadgets like gold doorstops, designer bathroom accessories, and desktop vacuum cleaners. But you can’t help but chuckle at some of these gadgets, and people do buy and enjoy them, but its just as IWOOT say “Stuff you don’t need–but you really, really want!”

Do you remember when TV was good and wholesome and not filled with rubbish adverts about things like leg vein treatment? I’m talking about The Waltons and Little House On The Prairie. Those good, family, home-grown shows. TV which made you smile. TV which filled you with warm camp-fire memories and made you reminisce back to childhood times gone by–

But all that’s gone now that we have shows like the atrociously embarrassing Embarrassing Bodies. A show which is ruining the lives of teenagers on a weekly basis, making the living room a place to fear and loathe.

How is it ruining their lives you might ask? Simple! Poor teenagers are sitting there with their parents one minute, eating dinner and talking about how school’s going, and the next a man with a penis that resembles a toxic beetroot is forcing his way in to the living room. He’s standing there parading himself for all to see, as if his toxic penis is something to be oh so proud of!

It’s a disgrace.

Now, I realize that these poor toxic people have got to get themselves checked out, I do, I get that. But haven’t they ever heard of the saying “behind closed doors”? Or what should be “people with toxic body parts should stay behind closed doors”. And it’s not as if these shows are going to stop any time soon, no. Us British love a bit of embarrassment, so we have years of this left. How shameful it is.

I don’t like swans. It’s not their freakishly long necks that bother me, it’s what their feet are up to underwater. I can’t handle not being able to see them. Not knowing which direction they are planning on going next scares me!

That used to be the way it was. Now I just feel sorry for them, and part of me loves them. After what I saw by the canal one day last year–

I had been running, donned in my brand-new running clothes and I was thinking about how much I hated swans at the time, actually, which makes what happened next all the stranger. A white shape in the distance, that was what it was. Lying there on the ground, just a white shape and I thought nothing of it.

Approaching the shape I can’t say I was particularly interested. I’d have walked right past it, but at the moment I was approaching it the batteries in my ipod went and I started to curse and look around–I don’t know why, I suppose that’s what running out of batteries can do for you.

My eyes knew what it was immediately, and it was the neck, that was what made me laugh. The swan’s neck was badly broken. It was lying in a heap, clearly long dead. For a while I didn’t know what was happening to me. Was I laughing or crying? I couldn’t tell. When I saw the blood I knew what I was doing, I could feel the tears running down my face. I knelt down next to the animal and I began to cry, harder than I could ever remember.

I reported the crime, of course, and the body was quickly removed. But it changed the way I looked at life and swans forever. So maybe I needed it.

I have a cold and I hate colds: I think I’d rather suffer Face lift surgery . Actually it’s a bit more than a cold: I’ve been in bed half the day for four days running, and whenever I try to walk it feels as though the house is swaying on the waves like a great ship in a storm. So I went to the doctor. My expectations were not high: I hoped she would listen to my chest, prescribe me something, all that stuff. But what I did not except was the one thing that happened. That is, as follows–

You know how it is. Whenever you go to the doctors—at least with me—you start to feel better. All the symptoms that had plagued you for days vanish, leaving you looking like a bit of a berk. And this happened to me. The second my name was called my coughing stopped and I swear I looked better.

Walking in, everything happened as it should: I sat, the nice lady doctor smiled and asked me what the problem was, and I explained. But, as I was coming to the end of my discourse, something happened that should not have. She was starting to smile, and she said “another case of man-flu then, I’m sure you’ll get over it.”

Bewildered and annoyed, I focused all my energy on looking as awful as possible, and conjuring up my symptoms. But all that came was a pathetic cough. And she said again, “I’ll give you something for the man-flu and you’ll be just fine.”

I had had enough man-flu talk, so I said, “I don’t have man-flu, actually.”

And she said, “Don’t you?”

“No I don’t,” I replied. “I have universal flu–so, can you help me or not doctor?”

She smiled again, which annoyed me further, and then I was out of there.

Read my lips if you are reading this doctor: men can get flu as bad as anyone, you know! Enough with the curse of the man-flu!

The common cold. Easily one of the cruelest of every-day illnesses: it doesn’t care you’ve been working hard all day and are absolutely shattered. It doesn’t concern itself with the fact that you’re shattered and all you need is a nice long sleep. All it wants out of its sordid little life-span is to make you miserable as hell personified, and it rarely fails to succeed there. Take me for example: right now as I type this I am at the mercy of the common cold. It’s trying to bring me down but I’m not having any of it. In fact, I’m showing IT who’s boss!

OK, I’m not really…But I am doing my damndest and will stop at nothing to give it what for. By that I mean I am sitting upright—the common colds worst enemy is sitting upright, as every sleeper savaged by it knows—and writing my heart out in total silence. That’s the one good thing about having a head full of gunk and a desire to blow your nose every two seconds: you do get a lot done, you know. Mainly because nobody else is awake and so you get left to your own devices–no distractions to take up your mind. Nobody online popping up to have a chat…

If you’re a writer then the common cold is your best friend. With all that time not spent sleeping you can write for hours on end, or, if you live in a place populated by grass eating massive animals, until the cows come home. In the space of one night you can finish that novel, write an entire short story, and all while forgetting you had a cold to begin with! Just don’t stop writing–because that’s when you realize you’re really tired and you just can’t sleep and you still have to sort out that Chalet val thorens booking -

I had had a very hard night and couldn’t remember much when I awoke. The thought of a shower made my skin crawl, but I fought the temptation to go to work stinking and mank, and jumped (or crawled) in. The water began to hit me and I was away.

Once in the shower I began to wash, as would be expected. This is when the story takes a perverse and seedy turn–

I began to pump the shower-gel in to my hands and wash, and that was when it started. The strange sensation bequeathed by the fragrant lemon smell–and so I did what any sane person would do upon smelling something edible. I put my hand to my mouth and I ate the shower-gel out of my hand. Then I screamed “What did I do!?”

Fortunately I didn’t eat much, but there was enough that it tasted as though I had been force-fed the zest of exactly one-million lemons all at once. I stumbled from the shower drunk on this terrible feeling and washed my mouth out at the sink, swearing and sweating and like a mad man gone madder. That was when I realized that I had been tricked into eating this vile stuff, all because it smelt good. It was wrong!

Here’s my point: things which you can’t eat shouldn’t smell and feel as though you can eat them. This also goes for other bathroom accessories like reed diffusers, just don’t eat them! I don’t think that’s too extreme a view-point to have. I am just a regular man who wants regular soap that’s all. Is this too much to ask?

Life will always throw you a curve ball, even when things are going perfectly. It is imperative to approach every crisis with a positive frame of mind. This is the only way to successfully come out of a difficult situation. Even in the worst crisis there is always something worse. Perhaps you have lost your job. Well, at least you’re not dead. At least you still have your health. At least you still have food. This is an extreme example, but it’s true.

Positive thinking will allow you to approach life constructively and with potential for success. If you look for happiness, you will find happiness. If you feel you will never have happiness, you won’t find happiness. It’s that simple. Smile; it’s free and in most cases you won’t even need to visit Botox Cheshire (I said most…).

If you’re a negative thinker, positive people can seem annoying. “Chin up!” they’ll say when you’re blue or upset. You ignore them and usually yell at them. Try this instead: listen to them. Try to look on the bright side of the crisis and you will likely be able to overcome it.

I try to stay as positive as I can, even if stress is wearing me down. I try to find humour and levity in every situation, regardless of the severity of the issue. Everything is amusing if you change the way you are looking at it.

Positive thinking will also give you confidence to approach any situation, either business or personal. You will secure in yourself and what you do. Confidence cannot be found in a nay-sayer.

But positive thinking isn’t as simple as saying, “everything is good”, or “I’m happy”. You need to believe it and embrace it. You have to be positive all the time, not just when life has got you down. When life is good and everything seems to be going your way, don’t forget why things are going that way. Recognise how positive thinking has changed your life.

The right-handed people of this world have it good. How good? Well, it couldn’t be any better for them to be honest, that’s for certain. Here are just a few reasons why being right handed is preferable:

1) Supermarkets are DESIGNED for you. This is both good and bad. It’s good because you can find everything very easily, as everything good tends to be on the right hand side, and it’s bad because all the chocolates and other fattening things are constantly shoved under your nose. Not good if you’re attempting to shift some weight off your rump.

2) The whole “I’m left handed” justification thing. You must have noticed the looks and the gazing across the table as you eat. That’s right, sometimes by just saying you are left handed you are making yourself stand out: not always what you need to happen.

3) Everything on planet earth is designed for right handed people. This means that to buy left handed things is a specialist affair. No matter what it is, whether it be scissors, kitchen utensils or tools, being left handed means you have to go out of your way to get the things that everyone else can pick up easily. I am almost convinced that even saucony running shoes are made for right handed people (I have issues with the laces on them, more on that later).

Now, if I was in charge of things I would make all this common knowledge at school: had someone taking me to the side when I was five years old and said, “now look here, you may want to amend the way you eat things and become right handed, because for some reason the entire world has something against left handed people but we can’t go into that because it really is quite complicated and–well–you’re only five”, I would have smiled and said, “I didn’t really get all that but OK, I’ll try”. And life would have been easier.

Parents: take note!