Friday Ephemera
Shower music. || Backyard scenes. || Easy on the yeast. || You want one and you know it. || The new order. || It’s not quite what I’d imagined. || Bad news and good news in close proximity. || Stuck good. || You may gasp when ready. || Drive-in rave, Germany. || Smoking is hard. || Today’s word is hankering. || Continue the research. || Creamy filling. || A four-hour discussion of the film Aliens. || Interspecies sports. (h/t, Damian) || Pigeon in UV. || Just like tiny puppies. || The pleasures of rubber. || He brings leaves. || And finally, the sights, and the sounds, of quality time.
You bloody kids know nuffin about tea! Nuffin!!
One heaped TEAspoon of tea leaves in the TEApot per person. Add boiling hot water. Cover pot with a TEA cosy and place on the TEA caddy. Allow to steep, (according to taste). Pour tea through a TEA strainer into TEAcup. Add milk and sugar to taste, (yes. Tea first.)
OK. it’s not quite as ritualised as a Japanese tea ceremony but it’s close.
(Others may prefer Naafi tea which has been stewed in a large urn for fifteen days but that was what eventually cured me of my tea addiction and now I can barely stand the smell of the stuff.)
Why do Americans have such little respect for tea?
We’re not the people who eat Marmite.
three rozzers take down a menace to society,
Well played, that man.
We’re not the people who eat Marmite.
[ Hides breakables. ]
We’re not the people who eat Marmite.
This from a country with aerosol cheese.
This from a country with aerosol cheese.
[ Activates blast doors. ]
Backyard scenes.
My British heart swells with pride seeing a mere four bobbies managing to subdue that man-mountain, although quite what the two females brought to the party was not apparent. I expect the video was doctored by The Patriarchy to disguise their doubtless vital contribution.
This from a country with aerosol cheese.
Sez the guy from the land of “bubble and squeak”, “toad in the hole”, and boiled beef, three good reasons for scenes like this.
No need to thank us…
[Skeptically considers strength of blast doors]
I hear that CMOT Dibbler’s sausages are understated satire of the real thing.
Sez the guy from the land of “bubble and squeak”, “toad in the hole”, and boiled beef,
I may have to flood the entire compartment with Neurazine gas.
I may have to flood the entire compartment with Neurazine gas.
Please do. Anyone who would disdain toad-in-the-hole in favour of ghastly fried chicken is clearly floridly insane.
“One heaped TEAspoon of tea leaves in the TEApot per person. Add boiling hot water. Cover pot with a TEA cosy and place on the TEA caddy. Allow to steep, (according to taste). Pour tea through a TEA strainer into TEAcup. Add milk and sugar to taste, (yes. Tea first.)”
In almost 40 years of drinking tea, I long ago came to the conclusion that all that palaver just isn’t worth it. I like a nice leaf Assam but, in all honesty, Morrison’s own-brand teabags swished around a mug are 95% there and a whole lot less hassle.
You’re right about the tea going in first, mind you. There have to be some standards.
Anyone who would disdain toad-in-the-hole in favour of ghastly fried chicken is clearly floridly insane.
So the majority of your own countrymen, then ?
Face it, never seen in the rest of the world – a restaurant featuring only genuine “English” cuisine, and why you are flooded with curry, kabob, hamburger, chicken, pizza (though it wouldn’t surprise me if y’all put mushy peas on them), Thai, Chinese, and other places with real food.
Next you’ll be telling me all machinery should be made with Whitworth standards.
Cow squeezings in tea, and he calls us barbarians.
Ah!, that was the concept I was looking for.
I spent ages four through seven in back country Taiwan, with occasional visits neaby during the time.
Continuing the thought, ’cause I was in mid edit when that posted . . .
A farming friend of my father used to leave a huge teapot on the Aga all day, throwing in a kettle full of water and a handful of teabags every now and then.
So far so good, obviously . . .
. . . involved a Burco boiler in which . .
Yes, regarding the assorted clearly civilized entitiies so described, one does steep one’s tea, or else one gets merely funny looking water.
We’re not the people who eat Marmite.
Ah, yes, and I believe that the latter is indeed the hipster version of marmite, as much as I’ve encountered either.
Keeping in mind, of course, that when discussing aerosol Marmite and cheese . . . or whatever the combination there . . . , for the creators of either, there is indeed always a full English breakfastt.
. . . one does steep one’s tea, or else one gets merely funny looking water.
Oh, and certainly from there one does include milk and sugar . . , for assorted recipies that call for such, with tea clearly not involving any.
As needed, one can sip one’s tea while contemplating the milk and sugar that is somewhere else . . . .
Skillz
Yet again, must I remind everyone that regardless of our numerous culinary and leisure time preferences, we all hate the French.
Face it, never seen in the rest of the world – a restaurant featuring only genuine “English” cuisine […]
Except, perhaps, for Fish & Chip shops and pubs.
Yet again, must I remind everyone that regardless of our numerous culinary and leisure time preferences, we all hate the French.
[ Glares across Channel, shakes fist. ]
Skillz
That’s exactly how I would’ve done it.
Except, perhaps, for Fish & Chip shops and pubs
Granted, occasional pub food, but in all my wanderings I’ve seen plenty of French, Italian, German, [insert name of country here] restaurants, but never seen a “Chez Pendragon” or “Cafe Mountbatten” that has nothing on the menu but delights such as jellied eels, black pudding (OK, that is a shared L with Germany), cabbage and cheese, or any of the other stuff made with internal organ bits best identified by a pathologist.
French, Italian, German,
[ Raises eyebrow.]
[ Glares across Channel. ]
Speaking of food and flavors, no more Tutti Fruti, Richard Penniman has gone to his last concert, alas.
No word whether it will be chalked up to WuPing Cough.
Why do Americans have such little respect for tea?
We’re more of a coffee country. Cue remarks from the rest of the world on our savagery for traditionally preferring it black.
but never seen a “Chez Pendragon” or “Cafe Mountbatten”
The closest I can think of would be Irish pubs and the annual St. Patrick’s corned beef.
Richard Penniman has gone to his last concert, alas.
No word whether it will be chalked up to WuPing Cough
Some number of years back, there was some rather major musical awards show that got attended by Very Major performers, which a reviewer gave a list of.
There was Star1, Star2, Majorband1, Star3, Majorband2, The Sibling Brothers, being Brother1 and Brother2, The Siblings2, Sibling1, Sibling2, and Sibling3, The Sisters, Sister1 and Sister2 . . . . and The Richards, Keith and Little.
This just in.
Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
This just in.
From The Blaze on the same topic:
Sorry,
Here’s the link.
https://www.theblaze.com/news/associated-press-says-the-term-mistress-is-sexist-and-archaic-social-media-has-a-field-day
I quite like homewrecker and side piece. Both of which manage to be more honest than the AP guidelines.
I thought ‘mistress’ itself was a euphemism. Certainly confused me a bit as a young lad reading things I prolly wasn’t supposed to…yet.
Exactly. Primary definition:
So what is AP going to do about that usage?
I thought ‘mistress’ itself was a euphemism.
Well, quite. But evidently we’re to bleach any residual atoms of judgement, any normal discernment, on account of the word ‘mistress’ being insufficiently flattering to selfish women who, with the help of unfaithful husbands, wreck families, and do, or risk doing, considerable damage to the wellbeing of children.
It’s an odd set of priorities. But hey, feminism.
Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
“Compensated paracoita”.
Both of which manage to be more honest than the AP guidelines.
It is telling when one’s choice of language is not shaped to illuminate nor to clearly communicate, but to obscure and mute.
As a followup to last weeks Roland bit, here are some Soviet synths for your delectation.
I think in a thread dedicated to the poor culinary offerings of the Anglo-saxon world that ridiculing the French is a bit off.
Also, I quite like the French. I certainly like their food.
Also, I quite like the French.
[ Slips farthing in jukebox. ]
And what’s wrong with Whitworth?
All seasoned MG drivers know there’s no joy like stripping out a vital component with whitworth thread.
(Oh, and sorry about the lock on the door to the upstairs hot tub. I’ll get that fixed as soon as I find my old wrench set. Any day now…)
Headline may need a slight rewrite:
https://www.them.us/story/amateur-masculinity?utm_medium=social&utm_social-type=owned&utm_brand=them&utm_source=facebook
Maybe…. How do I reconcile my
masculinitygender dysphoria withthe toxicity of menfashionable feminist ideology?All seasoned MG drivers…
Is there such a thing ? Seasoned tinkerers, seasoned shade tree mechanics, seasoned buyers of parts, seasoned cursers at the infernal machines, yes, but has one ever actually run long enough that its driver could become truly “seasoned”, or is that just relative to other MG drivers ?
All seasoned MG
driverspatients…Yeah, I almost said that too, about the MGs i drove.
But the truth is that my dad’s 49 TC was his daily driver for 10 years, as was my MGB for me.
As long as you are prepared mentally and parts-wise to replace the distributor points on the road at midnight on a rainy Christmas Eve, then it’s all good.
I got side tracked with the MG stuff while trying to come up with language suitable for describing Kamala Harris. I failed, because she is just the current excresence of the Burton / Brown corruption machine. This goes back to the 60s at least. The SF bay area is basically a feudal fiefdom, and it has spilled over into national politics because of Feinstein and Pelosi, among others.
I will say, though, Nestea tastes more like tea than Nescafe tastes like coffee.
Also, I quite like the French
All that verbiage could be condensed to 7 words:
“I hate men so I became one.”
Yup. Makes sense to me. I’ll grant she or he or whatever is justified in holding a long grudge against the mugger.
Nestea tastes more like tea than Nescafe tastes like coffee.
A line from Walter Murphy’s The Vicar Of Christ:
“Hot” water? From a microwave? How did these barbarians ever end up on the moon
By not obsessing over dried leaves in boiling water?
To be fair we do obsess over bean soup with WAY too much sugar.