All wrapped up.

April 10, 2008

I saw a trailer on TV tonight, a Cutting Edge show called Cotton Wool Kids, something about killing kids with kindness or something.

It got me thinking about how things how things have changed over the years. A colleague recently told me a tale of her daughter having a bit of a strop after a bit of wet water was spilt on her jeans. When I was a kid, somewhere around the 80’s, if it rained in the morning I still had to walk to school. I’d then most likely have wet trousers and blazer and just have to put up with it until I dried out.

A day or two afterwards, I was talking to another colleague and in the course, we landed on the topic of his childhood. He arrived from Africa into the UK aged 4, and over several years his family came back together, each taking their own journey to freedom and (some) normality. The most disturbing thing is that he remembers saying to his mum, “If its a war going on, why are people sleeping in the road?”

I’m sure you can guess why he thought they were sleeping.

In conclusion, watching stupid programmes made by idiots about how difficult things are in the UK, just makes me angry.

The daily grind.

April 4, 2008

The lovely Min and Lee bought me a wonderful gift this week. My very own Pestle and Mortar.

I’ve wanted one for a while but just not spotted the right one, if I had have, then this would be it!

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On Saturday I spotted an ok one in Morrisons, and I even put it in the basket. Paul was quite strong in letting me know that he didnt like it and it wouldnt go in the kitchen and it was the wrong size, colour and everything. Later after shopping we dropped in at his Mums house and I even relayed the story of how he wouldnt let me buy the Pestle & Mortar, he even “got dun” off his Mum. Now I find out that he was only trying to put me off because he knew that Min was looking for a nice one to get me as a gift.

I should have known something was wrong, we never stop each other buying things we really want!

(I did apologise for telling his Mum!)

Hint Hint, if you also feel the need to buy me a gift any time soon, I’ve got my eye on one of these 😉

My masala dabba Originally uploaded by Laquet.

Foodie stuff from the last week.

April 2, 2008

I love nosing around the foreign food sections in the local supermarkets, in the past these have been mostly Indian, Chinese and West Indian foods. I’m not talking about the aisle with the Sharwoods or the Vesta prawn curry, I’m talking about the tiny section of shelves that have the authentic stuff, packets of Dosa mix or Urad dal, Jerk seasoning, fish sauce and every type of lentil you can imagine.

I know the recent influx of migrants from Eastern Europe isnt everyones favourite topic, but lets not dwell on that. I for one am pretty happy that the supermarkets are catering for them 🙂 There is, it seems, a never ending array of different Polish, Czech and even Bulgarian beers to try and believe me I’m trying! I’m also loving some of their spicy sausage products.

I was most pleased to come across these packet soups on the Polish bit, reduced from 20p each to OMG I love a bargain, only 10p each. I had no idea what they were but a little translation sticker on each packet gave a helping hand in this direction, “I can always check the Internet when I get home” I thought and that clinched it. So apparently I have Barszcz Czerwony, Barszcz Biaty and Zurek which all promise to be delicious 🙂

It just struck me that when the Marvellous Ms.Mac is talking about finding McVities biscuits in the village of the damned, she is doing something similar but she is the ex-pat and maybe its her neighbours that are getting excited about the foreign food!

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For dinner last Friday, I knocked up a rather quick and easy pasta number. Tricolor Fusili, some lightly steamed green beans, a jar of red Pesto, a can of Tuna and some shavings of good strong mature Cheddar. Delicious!

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It was so tasty and filling that there was a good portion left over. Even as I was eating this for dinner I was planning what to do with the leftovers 🙂 So, on Saturday morning I boiled up a couple of eggs and left them to cool and made some toast. Put it all together and we had the most fantastic brunch dish, hearty, filling and sooo tasty!

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On Bank Holiday Monday just gone, I popped over to my Sisters to drop off that Monitor and the Easter eggs for the boys and I came away with these not so little beauties in return. Not from my Sisters own Ducks, they have Hens, but they do swaps with the Duck owners on the next allotment.

Duck Eggs

The big question what to do with them? Well, we put our heads together and came up with a Frittata / Spanish Omelette, or at least my take on one anyway.

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I can tell you that despite looking a little overdone, it was jolly tasty, I even had a slice left over to take to work as a mid-morning snack.

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This week I’m annoyed about….. Or, how I learned to blog again!

April 1, 2008

Every day over the last week I’ve sat down to write something in my blog, each time I’ve ended up with a half written draft that went nowhere.

Here, for your viewing pleasure are some of those snippets, I’m not editing or making sense of the junk. So please excuse the typos, revel in the chronologically disjointed commentary and try not to judge me!

Plastic carrier bags.

Tv reports going on and and on about the harm that plastic bags are doing to the envoirnment. For fucks sake, plastic carrier bags are not evil!! If they are really that bothered why not all switch to that bio degradeable corn starch material that coop use? It breaks down in a couple of years, I know it works I’ve seen it happen. Also, if I didnt get free carrier bags to use as bin liners for my kitchen bin, I’d have to by bin liners, net result? no saving!


People actually believe in creationism. WTF is that all about? Religion was a good way of imposing a moral code back in ancient times. It has no place in a modern, enlightened, technologically advanced world. There is no God, it a made up thing, no more real than the tooth fairy. I participate in an online q&a blog thing, they post random questions and the readers give their answers, its a bit of fun. One of yesterdays quesion was about how we got here, all the answers involved a belief in creationism. You can guess that the majority playing the game are americans.

Penis envy.

I hope not, but speaking of feeling inadequete, did you see that penis thing on the telly last night? Who knew there were so many people out there, all hung up about the size of their cock? I mean some of them were tiny but what can you do about it?
That cutting the ligaments surgery looked pretty crap and those liposuction in reverse ops are just plain nasty. For me, I think the look is more important than the size, I mean have you ever been presented with something that is benter than the average banana? Not a good look, or how about the ones where the foreskin wont pull back because its too tight. I could go on, the list of RTA cocks is endless, but I’ll leave it there. I’m quite happily in the average range, but I’m also very happy to report that (in my opinion) I’m perfectly formed. I’m not really sure where I’m going with this, something about if its average but perfectly formed why mess about with it?

Neighbours bin bad.

We have new neighbours again, the last lot didnt stay long, couldnt even have been 6 months this time. Her boyfriend hadnt been seen for a few weeks so I’m guessing she gave the lease up early. The new lot have pissed me off already, when they brought their wheelie bin in on Thurday morning they took ours instead of their own. It only has our house number on the top! Oh yeah and they have a barking dog and will probably be throwing dog poo in the wheelie bin that is actually ours! Why does that piss my off?

Jesus Cries when You Touch Yourself!