Wednesday, 30 March 2011
Sunday, 27 March 2011
Sunday 27th March 2011
Lime Green Socks.
Had a great weekend this weekend, went to Somerset, saw my daughters and took them
to Blaise Castle on Saturday.
Weather was good and we all had a good time. Meself and daughter #1 had burgers and chips for lunch, daughter #2 had chicken nuggets and chips (in a box). Not sure if it was the box, but daughter #2's chips were nicer than ours. They kept hotter, which was probably the box, but they were also crispier too. If that was the box then the box makers should patent it. Well they probably have, but not for chip crispiness. I wonder what they do patent it for? We couldn't find the Giant's Footprint, however we did see a photograph of a big pair of boots which was pinned half way up a tall tree. We thought this could be a bit of a clue, but we couldn't work it out.
The actual Castle was shut too, which was a bit of a bummer.
Anyhoo, picked up my Infinity Sauce on Friday afternoon. Didn't open it till I got to Somerset and then thought it was a bit late to start tasting chilli. So I only had a little bit. My first thoughts were, when I first took the cap off and smelled it, was that the overpowering smell was that of vinegar. Now I'm not a big fan of vinegar, in fact I really don't like it. I would go as far as to say that I hate it, but that may be a little harsh. Then I read the ingredients. "Vinegar, Lime Juice and Infinity Chilli". My heart sank a little as I thought it was going to be a hot vinegar sauce, but as I had just purchased two bottles of the stuff, the least I could do was to taste it.
'But it's too late' I told myself, it being half past ten on a Friday night and I had worked all day and then driven 250 miles.
So I tasted a little spoonful. I always start with a little spoonful as you can always have more, but it's very difficult to have less once it's gone in (ask Neal Phillipson, he knows).
Thankfully the taste is a lot better than the smell. it didn't seem too hot, considering that it is made with the one-time World's hottest chilli, but then I suppose that's because it diesn't have any extract in it. Well I presume it doesn't, as there is no mention of it on the label and it says it is 'pure'.
It has a nice taste, where the vinegar smell overpowers the chilli smell, the chilli flavour definitely takes precedence over the vinegar. I still haven't had a proper, full sized sweat my head off taster yet, I'll save that until tomorrow evening, but I have had it mixed with HP sauce that I had with my fry-up this morning, and that was pretty damn good, and I have just had some mixed in with a bit of Branston Pickle in a cheese sandwich, and that was fucking fantastic.
It has great favour and it has great heat. Not way too much heat, like some of the crazy ones like Ultra Death of 357 Silver Edition, but great heat and flavour balance like Pure Ghost and Pure Death.
I think this sauce is going to join my favourites list, I just need to marinade some prawns for the ultimate Seaton test.
Next stop is gonna be the Firemite sauce (chilli Marmite) and the Chilli Cheeseballs. They have great stuff on the website, see the link on the right of the page, up at the top. Right up there under the title.
Checked me mums Spy Camera in the birdbox today, the little bastards haven't bothered to build a nest in there yet. Bet they nest in every other fucking box except the one I put the freaking camera in.
I bought some lary socks the other day. A pack of five. They got eyes on them and are orange, green, pink, yellow and blue.
Satirical inelegance my Dad called them, I like that description.............
Had a great weekend this weekend, went to Somerset, saw my daughters and took them
Weather was good and we all had a good time. Meself and daughter #1 had burgers and chips for lunch, daughter #2 had chicken nuggets and chips (in a box). Not sure if it was the box, but daughter #2's chips were nicer than ours. They kept hotter, which was probably the box, but they were also crispier too. If that was the box then the box makers should patent it. Well they probably have, but not for chip crispiness. I wonder what they do patent it for? We couldn't find the Giant's Footprint, however we did see a photograph of a big pair of boots which was pinned half way up a tall tree. We thought this could be a bit of a clue, but we couldn't work it out.
The actual Castle was shut too, which was a bit of a bummer.
Anyhoo, picked up my Infinity Sauce on Friday afternoon. Didn't open it till I got to Somerset and then thought it was a bit late to start tasting chilli. So I only had a little bit. My first thoughts were, when I first took the cap off and smelled it, was that the overpowering smell was that of vinegar. Now I'm not a big fan of vinegar, in fact I really don't like it. I would go as far as to say that I hate it, but that may be a little harsh. Then I read the ingredients. "Vinegar, Lime Juice and Infinity Chilli". My heart sank a little as I thought it was going to be a hot vinegar sauce, but as I had just purchased two bottles of the stuff, the least I could do was to taste it.
'But it's too late' I told myself, it being half past ten on a Friday night and I had worked all day and then driven 250 miles.
So I tasted a little spoonful. I always start with a little spoonful as you can always have more, but it's very difficult to have less once it's gone in (ask Neal Phillipson, he knows).
Thankfully the taste is a lot better than the smell. it didn't seem too hot, considering that it is made with the one-time World's hottest chilli, but then I suppose that's because it diesn't have any extract in it. Well I presume it doesn't, as there is no mention of it on the label and it says it is 'pure'.
It has a nice taste, where the vinegar smell overpowers the chilli smell, the chilli flavour definitely takes precedence over the vinegar. I still haven't had a proper, full sized sweat my head off taster yet, I'll save that until tomorrow evening, but I have had it mixed with HP sauce that I had with my fry-up this morning, and that was pretty damn good, and I have just had some mixed in with a bit of Branston Pickle in a cheese sandwich, and that was fucking fantastic.
It has great favour and it has great heat. Not way too much heat, like some of the crazy ones like Ultra Death of 357 Silver Edition, but great heat and flavour balance like Pure Ghost and Pure Death.
I think this sauce is going to join my favourites list, I just need to marinade some prawns for the ultimate Seaton test.
Next stop is gonna be the Firemite sauce (chilli Marmite) and the Chilli Cheeseballs. They have great stuff on the website, see the link on the right of the page, up at the top. Right up there under the title.
Checked me mums Spy Camera in the birdbox today, the little bastards haven't bothered to build a nest in there yet. Bet they nest in every other fucking box except the one I put the freaking camera in.
I bought some lary socks the other day. A pack of five. They got eyes on them and are orange, green, pink, yellow and blue.
Satirical inelegance my Dad called them, I like that description.............
Thursday, 24 March 2011
Thursday 24th March 2011
How lazy am I? I'm sitting on the sofa and my laptop is upstairs in my office and I can't be arsed to go and get it. So I am writing this on my phone whilst watching a programme on the tele called "The Blasters", about demolition companies. Quite interesting, if you like that sort of thing.
I passed a Circus today, in Barnsley. It was in the middle of a field and it got me a-wondering, as these things do. When they erect their big top, do they just stick it up anywhere? Or do they do a proper job and plan it all out? Also, if it is a field that has had cows in it, do they pick all the cow shit up our do they just chuck it up on top of it all? I wouldn't want to be the poor pleb who has to wash the groundsheet. Mind you, I wouldn't want to be in the circus really.
I'm off to Somerset tomorrow, which is good. Off to see my daughters so I'm looking forward to that.
Anyhoo, as the phone battery is getting flat and High Plains Drifter is on the tele now, I'm off.............
I passed a Circus today, in Barnsley. It was in the middle of a field and it got me a-wondering, as these things do. When they erect their big top, do they just stick it up anywhere? Or do they do a proper job and plan it all out? Also, if it is a field that has had cows in it, do they pick all the cow shit up our do they just chuck it up on top of it all? I wouldn't want to be the poor pleb who has to wash the groundsheet. Mind you, I wouldn't want to be in the circus really.
I'm off to Somerset tomorrow, which is good. Off to see my daughters so I'm looking forward to that.
Anyhoo, as the phone battery is getting flat and High Plains Drifter is on the tele now, I'm off.............
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
Tuesday 22nd March 2011
I put a spell on you.....
I got my new car today, you know, the one I got after I got the first one.... oh fuck me I can't be bothered to go through the whole thing again, it was unremarkably funny the first time but you will have to go back a day or two to read it.
Go on, stop reading this, go back, look for it, read it and then come back to this.
I'll wait for you, I'll go for a tab whilst you are searching and reading and guffawing and shit.
I'm back, and the funny thing is, I really did go for a tab. It's like I really think you are reading this in real time, as I type it.
Anyhoo, back to topic, got my new car today and it amazes me. It's one of those ones that has a credit card sized key. A key that you don't actually have to do anything with, except keep it in your pocket. The key is in my pocket and I walk up to the locked car and pull the door handle and open the door. Sit in the car and press the 'start' button and then drive off. If it is dark then the lights turn themselves on. If it is raining then the windsceen wipers decide they will wipe the windscreen. The integral satnav tells me where I am going and the Bluetooth automatically stores my phone numbers.
I suppose some of you will think that this is all old hat now, but I think it's pretty good. Shame I have to change gear really, but at least there are six of them to choose from, plus reverse, so I have plenty to choose from. To top it all off, it does about sixty to the gallon and only costs £30 a year to tax. Happy days.
Lost the dog's ball tonight. She's a bitch, before you have any fnarr fnarr thoughts, and I mean her rubber ball. I blame the grass, it was the wrong colour green. The ball was (and still is, I would imagine) yellow so it should have shown up, even if it was getting dark, but it went. Couldn't find it, but she found a plastic bottle so all was well in the world.
Talking of colours, is the ball still yellow? It could be a bit like the 'if a tree falls in a forest and there is no one there to hear it' debate, if you lose a yellow ball in the grass, is it still yellow? That could start a huge debate. A massive debate. A massive debate involving hundreds of people. I love a mass debate every now and then, especially with lots of people.
The more the merrier............
I got my new car today, you know, the one I got after I got the first one.... oh fuck me I can't be bothered to go through the whole thing again, it was unremarkably funny the first time but you will have to go back a day or two to read it.
Go on, stop reading this, go back, look for it, read it and then come back to this.
I'll wait for you, I'll go for a tab whilst you are searching and reading and guffawing and shit.
I'm back, and the funny thing is, I really did go for a tab. It's like I really think you are reading this in real time, as I type it.
Anyhoo, back to topic, got my new car today and it amazes me. It's one of those ones that has a credit card sized key. A key that you don't actually have to do anything with, except keep it in your pocket. The key is in my pocket and I walk up to the locked car and pull the door handle and open the door. Sit in the car and press the 'start' button and then drive off. If it is dark then the lights turn themselves on. If it is raining then the windsceen wipers decide they will wipe the windscreen. The integral satnav tells me where I am going and the Bluetooth automatically stores my phone numbers.
I suppose some of you will think that this is all old hat now, but I think it's pretty good. Shame I have to change gear really, but at least there are six of them to choose from, plus reverse, so I have plenty to choose from. To top it all off, it does about sixty to the gallon and only costs £30 a year to tax. Happy days.
Lost the dog's ball tonight. She's a bitch, before you have any fnarr fnarr thoughts, and I mean her rubber ball. I blame the grass, it was the wrong colour green. The ball was (and still is, I would imagine) yellow so it should have shown up, even if it was getting dark, but it went. Couldn't find it, but she found a plastic bottle so all was well in the world.
Talking of colours, is the ball still yellow? It could be a bit like the 'if a tree falls in a forest and there is no one there to hear it' debate, if you lose a yellow ball in the grass, is it still yellow? That could start a huge debate. A massive debate. A massive debate involving hundreds of people. I love a mass debate every now and then, especially with lots of people.
The more the merrier............
Monday, 21 March 2011
Monday 21st March 2011
Ever wondered how some people manage to stay alive?
I had to go to a Land Rover garage today and fuck me they have a few quids worth of stock in there. There was a very nice Overfinch Range Rover Sport, in black, that had my name written all over it.
Well, when I say it had my name written all over it, it didn't of course as that would look silly. And a tad pretentious. However, if it DID have my name all over it then the showroom may have let my have it at a reduced rate. Cause who else would want it? Except someone else with the same name as me, the mayor of Seaton Carew, someone like that maybe. I saw a bloke drop off his Range Rover and his courtesy car was an '11' plate 3.7l V6 Discovery. I used to get a Vauxhall Agila when I took my old car in for a service. Normally a bright red Vauxhall Agila that made me look like freaking Postman freaking Pat. Bit of a difference eh?
Do you know anyone who is very clever, very good at what they do, but has absolutely no common sense and is a bit fucking stupid?
I do, I know several. I have just met one recently and am now having to deal with him on a daily basis.
I've just been on the Range Rover website and 'built' my own Range Rover. An Autobiography. Cost me a cool £99,850. Not bad. I can't decide on the colour, blue or black. I'll probably buy two.
Having to do stuff over and over again, because the stupid clever person with no sense can't make up his mind, or doesn't know how to.
Anyhoo, that's it, rant over.
Tomorrow I pick up my new car. My real one. The one that I got after getting the first one. The first one being the one I was going to get and paid a deposit on and then decided not to get. Oh well, I made the right choice.
Plenty more to do tomorrow.............
I had to go to a Land Rover garage today and fuck me they have a few quids worth of stock in there. There was a very nice Overfinch Range Rover Sport, in black, that had my name written all over it.
Do you know anyone who is very clever, very good at what they do, but has absolutely no common sense and is a bit fucking stupid?
I do, I know several. I have just met one recently and am now having to deal with him on a daily basis.
I've just been on the Range Rover website and 'built' my own Range Rover. An Autobiography. Cost me a cool £99,850. Not bad. I can't decide on the colour, blue or black. I'll probably buy two.
Having to do stuff over and over again, because the stupid clever person with no sense can't make up his mind, or doesn't know how to.
Anyhoo, that's it, rant over.
Tomorrow I pick up my new car. My real one. The one that I got after getting the first one. The first one being the one I was going to get and paid a deposit on and then decided not to get. Oh well, I made the right choice.
Plenty more to do tomorrow.............
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Sunday 20th March 2011
I got very muddy today.
Sunday is traditionally a day of rest in many countries of the world, not in most Muslim countries however, and Israel, where Sunday is a working day, but more and more people seem to work on this 'Day of Rest'. In fact, on my journey to Hertfordshire today I saw numerous lorries whose drivers were presumably working, and there were all sorts of people working in the Service Staions I stopped in. Which is a good thing, as I needed a shit and if nobody had been working then I may have had to have gone in a field, like a dog. Also, I would have to have gone without coffee and my sons would have had to have gone without food, as there were (thankfully) people working in the cafe.
Thank God not everyone goes to church, that's what I say.
Did you know that every month that begins on a Sunday has a Friday 13th in it?
Obvious really, if you think about it.
Except February, in a leap year, as that has an extra day which isn't always a Sunday therefore the Friday isn't always the 13th even if the 1st is (a Sunday, that is).
Only joking, of course it is, always.
No century in the Gregorian calendar starts on a Sunday, whether its first year is '00 or '01 apparently but I'm not sure I believe that one. I'll have to go and check. Sounds a bit too far fetched.
But is Sunday the first day of the week?
In the Judaeo-Christian and Islamic traditions, Sunday has been considered as the first day of the week. As a result, a number of languages appear to reflect Sunday's status as the first day of the week. In Greek, Vietnamese, Portuguese, Maltese and Armenian languages the working days of the week (Monday, Tuesday etc) are translated as 'the second day', 'the third day' etc however Slavic languages implicitly number Monday as day number one, not two and in many European countries calendars almost always now show Monday as the first day of the week.
Why even the international standard ISO 8601
for Representation of dates and times states that Monday is the first day of the week. But what do they know, and why do we have an International Standard for dates and times for fuck's sake?
Anyhoo, I got really muddy today with my son's and I had a great time, rest or no rest.............
Sunday is traditionally a day of rest in many countries of the world, not in most Muslim countries however, and Israel, where Sunday is a working day, but more and more people seem to work on this 'Day of Rest'. In fact, on my journey to Hertfordshire today I saw numerous lorries whose drivers were presumably working, and there were all sorts of people working in the Service Staions I stopped in. Which is a good thing, as I needed a shit and if nobody had been working then I may have had to have gone in a field, like a dog. Also, I would have to have gone without coffee and my sons would have had to have gone without food, as there were (thankfully) people working in the cafe.
Thank God not everyone goes to church, that's what I say.
Did you know that every month that begins on a Sunday has a Friday 13th in it?
Obvious really, if you think about it.
Except February, in a leap year, as that has an extra day which isn't always a Sunday therefore the Friday isn't always the 13th even if the 1st is (a Sunday, that is).
Only joking, of course it is, always.
No century in the Gregorian calendar starts on a Sunday, whether its first year is '00 or '01 apparently but I'm not sure I believe that one. I'll have to go and check. Sounds a bit too far fetched.
But is Sunday the first day of the week?
In the Judaeo-Christian and Islamic traditions, Sunday has been considered as the first day of the week. As a result, a number of languages appear to reflect Sunday's status as the first day of the week. In Greek, Vietnamese, Portuguese, Maltese and Armenian languages the working days of the week (Monday, Tuesday etc) are translated as 'the second day', 'the third day' etc however Slavic languages implicitly number Monday as day number one, not two and in many European countries calendars almost always now show Monday as the first day of the week.
Why even the international standard ISO 8601
for Representation of dates and times states that Monday is the first day of the week. But what do they know, and why do we have an International Standard for dates and times for fuck's sake?Anyhoo, I got really muddy today with my son's and I had a great time, rest or no rest.............
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