This Gary Numan picture was very much an afterthought but in a way I am very much like as well as unlike Gary Numan. Essentially I have considered in today’s blog what has given me pleasure today. Gary used similar memories to inspire an album. I may return to me and Gary again.
Today has been a much better day for a number of reasons.
I would like to start with the most recent reason as I am still smiling like a Chesham Cat.
I made these all by myself.
When Mary and Daisy had their tea all sorted, and all I had found to eat was one lukewarm chip that had fallen on top of the cooker, I reminded myself that I am a bit of a Fanny Craddock. My eggs are not ‘over easy’ (like a Sunday morning) [n.b. link to Lionel Richie blog, very clever on my part], oh no my eggs strike a pose and make you stare. I am now thinking about Madonna.
Still coming down after Man Flu, I clearly needed stodge to fortify my frail English Rose brittle frame, so it was Eggs A La Chubbychops.
Presentation is key.
Now that I am sure you will agree is enough to make you punch Jamie Oliver in his smug gob and shout ‘I have seen perfection now let me taste it!’.
I have had far too many beans the last few days though and the chips were not cooked properly as I was too hungry to wait. They weren’t cold, just overly solid and surprisingly granular in both taste and texture (if you will).
What I did now food buffs will make you kick your undies off and prance round the room doing the do (like Betty Boo). I added……
Oh yes, the mighty hot dog sausage, food of the aristocracy.
Bob, how do you make hot dogs? Well check out the following on line recipe;”
In vast metal vats, tons of pork trimmings are mixed with the pink slurry formed when chicken carcasses are squeezed through metal grates and blasted with water.
The mush is mixed with powdered preservatives, flavourings, red colouring and drenched in water before being squeezed into plastic tubes to be cooked and packaged”.
My mouth is watering too and I have already eaten it all, but not until dousing it in HP Sauce.
The cooking of this amazing meal was a pleasure but the eating less so. In fact I predict a gut-based locomotion later on.
Gastronomy aside, I have taken some tentative steps into my half way world between UCL and whatever the future may bring by;
- Taking Ernie and Max for a walk in the icy cold Roding Valley
- For some reason watching a very old episode of Benidorm starring Sheridan Smith (the actress daughter of Wolfie Smith, Robert Lindsey)
- Measuring things. Well one thing. 17.5 inches.
Another pleasure source today has been knowing how practical I have proved myself to be over the last few days. Here are a few of the things I am beaming about.
- Lost your white cotton gloves to wear to bed? Try socks on your hands. I did. Toasty.
- Can’t reach those itchy parts of your grotesque, misshapen torso? Bind together wife and daughter’s toothbrushes and ‘scratchy-scratch, scratchy-scratch’. Gorgeous and everyone is a winner (in the most part).
- Loose frozen sausages in the freezer do indeed look like a snowman’s willy.
I have written a poem in honour of my friends Jinky and Stan as I am scared of them after an earlier correspondence [Their names have been changed to protect the innocent].
Her name it is Jinky MacKay,
Lives in Stockport, not Brighton or Rye.
Her house is a palace,
Wonderland, just like Alice
But her Stan is as mad as fruitpie
This blog has now got 1.2million followers in the UK alone and I no longer need to get a new job. Amen.
In the words of Gary Numan
Here in my car
I can only receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for days
Baby Jesus was born in a stable. Need I say more?