I’m with you on that. Its sleeting outside, it’s effing freezing and dark and generally ‘orrible
E: Slow-cooker weather, so I have a beef goulash that’s been on all day and is smelling awesome
D: San Miguel
L: Various mixes off the lockdown rave thread 😀
E – Just sliced up and made some skin-on chips in the oven. seasoned with paprika, garlic, salt and oil) with fried egg and baked beans. Chip butty also.
(Egg beans and chips is perfect tonight. Miserable out, even the dog refused to walk)
D – Flat lemonade that was left over, with ice.
L – (now) Masterchef (judge currently enthusing about ‘fruity explosions’ 🤣)
(later) ufo documentary on Youtube (The USS Nimitz signtings)
E: Chips, corned beef, beans. Crusty bread.
D: Tea all day but coffee now to be followed by a couple of bottles of Perla (a 6% Polish Pils) and probably a Dark’n’Stormy around bedtime.
L: A 20Gb shuffle list to get listening to stuff I seldom listen to. Followed by a film of some kind. Currently playing is Wooden Song by the Butthole Surfers.
E: Just Hasslebacked a Keilbasa and am roasting it over peppers/red onion and mushrooms. There is a maple syrup and apricot mix being applied to the sausage now and then. It will be eaten with some of those great Tesco mediterranean flatbreads.
D: Just a can of Carlsberg, later there will be coffee followed by either another Carlsberg or a Dark’n Stormy.
L:Playing the guitar now after wiping the maple syrup off the fingers but later after eating a slumping there will be assorted jazz from Miles and Coltrane. Later still will be the Zappa documentary followed by Rob Zombie’s 31.
None of this is British. How will I manage after Jan 1st?
E: Crispy Duck, selction of Chinese starters
D: Jaipur at the moment, also got a Brewdog ALD IPA.
L: 80’s internet radio station and the hand mixer creating a birthday cake for me in the kitchen
E: Mushroom and nut stir fry/chop suey cooked on the camping gas instant stove (because the electric oven-hobs are the worst lumps of rustyironshite)
D: Council pop
L: A spirited discussion between self and spouse about my just-realised OCD insistence that canned foods be right way up on shelves (just spied a tin of sweetcorn, bumside up. I had to turn back and correct it)
She then declared me laughably ‘inconsistent’ because ‘hah! yr man-cave is full of bloody ‘anomalies!’
My genius grown-up retort happened to be ‘ you’re anomalous!’ And so ended the discussion. And now P-dog is barking. Some drums, methinks.
For every kind of win!
I saw Arthur Lee and John Echols perform it in Brighton 2005. Been my favourite album since forever. I’ve worn out vinyl and cassette copies galore.
L: the fall , on the back of a thread a couple of nights ago and reliving my youth ensconced in Corbieres (mcr) with the band ( minus Mark) circa 1982 drinking bottles of Pils