So here I am, scoffing a Sainsbury’s Crusty Bake Medium Pork Pie with some of my sister’s Home Made Mixed Fruit Chutney and some Cherry Tomatoes. Close at hand is my second large glass of 2003 Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc (large glasses in my house hold half a bottle).
Life is reasonably good today, as I don’t have to Work For Da Man again until Monday.
How is your weekend progressing and what’s filling your face?
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Still well filled from the falafel king wrap about two hours ago, going out for a curry so I shan’t need a starter. Taking a bottle of Crozes-Hermitage to share.
Weekend: had some work confirmed but only half what I hoped for so better than nothing. I’ve been stuck in with the kids all day and I’m getting a bit twitchy.
Food: The GLW has done Pulled Pork so I’m looking forward to that with Californian Merlot.
Mr B is roasting a gammon joint. Among the veg I’m told there’ll be cauliflower cheese, but he said I’m allowed to leave mine (bleee!).
Oh and in other non-food news: 1) I went round the chazzas of Woodbridge this afternoon and found fuck-all vinyl, then stumbled across a tabletop sale where I snaffled a copy of MF’s Broken English for a quid. 2) Inspired by last night’s Top of the Pops 1981 doc, it’s been 1981 LPs all day, including Dare, Computer World, Kim Wilde’s debut and Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret. Now spinning Speak & Spell.
Broken English? That naughty lady’s words are not fit for your dainty little ears.
Perhaps a turn in the Disco Antistat will remove some of the filth 😀
Predictably, the Why D’Ya Do It track was removed from the early Aussie pressings of Broken English, like so many other sweary tracks before it.
I could make a list.
And will do if asked nicely.
Go on then @johnny-concheroo
Oh, alright then, if you insist.
These records were censored in Australia.
This is just off the top of my head, but there are more I may think of later.
Marianne Faithfull – Why D’Ya Do It was removed from Broken English
Ian Dury – New Boots & Panties. The sweary intro was snipped from Plaistow Patricia
John Lennon – Plastic Ono Band. Working Class Hero had “fuck” erased (twice) leading to a noticeable change in tempo
John Lennon – Plastic Ono Band. I Found Out had “cock” edited out
Frank Zappa – 200 Motels. The tracks Lonesome Cowboy Burt, Redneck Eats and Shove It Right all had naughty words expunged and the track Penis Dimension was removed from the album altogether
Frank Zappa – Uncle Meat. The Voice of Cheese had a line removed
Kick Out the Jams, Mother Funsters!!
Excellent stuff JC. (Although on my tablet the text on the right side was cropped out – ok on laptop.)
Yes, I see it’s been cropped on my laptop, too. Hmmm.
Go on, dare you.
Bet you can’t do it.
(I bet you can actually, but agreeing just doesn’t have that air of confrontation/challenge about it)
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We’re having bacon butties.
Pigs were harmed in the making of this thread.
They don’t mind.
Pigs know us humans can’t help loving bacon. They are proud of being tasty.
Pigs are the philosophers of the farmyard.
And now for a G & T, followed no doubt by some heavy red.
Livers were also harmed in the making of this thread.
Burgers and Hot Dogs recently scoffed.
Blocked External Drain reported to Home Emergency people this morning – still waiting for the bloke to turn up and extend his rod down the manhole.
My very very dear bezzie friend Nick is visiting so I’m just waiting for him in King’s Cross and munching a lamb kofta from Leon. Bloody nice.
A good weekend so far. Bought my daughter a new guitar, booked the kids’ climbing lessons, and celebrating a week in which – apparently impossibly – I lost 10lbs. I weighed myself 4 times to check.
Oi! Chubby Checker spoiler alert! Wait until Monday, PrematureBob!
Dull but necessary day of domestic tasks, replying to emails and Guardian reading.
Surely I get a prize for the most soul- sucking meal of the eve:
-Egg white omelette with peppers, cherry toms and onions.
-Berries plus non-fat Greek yogurt.
But I have made a huge fuck-off full-fat chocolate cake. 🙂
I can beat that for soul-sucking. After a day spent amongst me paints I’ve just settled down to eat two bananas and drink a bottle of water.
Phew rock n roll.
I bet you’ve been listening to nourishing music, though.
I got my copy of “Le Dejuner Sur L’Herbe” in the post yesterday, along with a bunch of other Neil Ardley/New Jazz Orchestra CDs.
Nice!
Very nice indeed, in point of fact.
The Marlborough Sauv. Blanc. is now gone. Maybe a big G&T is called for. And another snack.
Haircut this morning, followed by self indulgent visit to local HMV and Waterstones. Watched a film this afternoon – John Schlesinger’s Darling since you asked – never understood the fuss over Julie Christie (no, really). Anyway, it wasn’t a great film. Mrs Bungliemutt visiting a friend this evening, so I have taken full advantage and munched my way through a whole 12″ pizza, opened a bottle of finest Waitrose Shiraz, and am currently chilling to the sounds of the Choir of King’s College, Cambridge soaring through Palestrina. Doesn’t get much better.
@pencilsqueezer You have carbs, a good dose of potassium, water.
May be missing some vitamins. Grapes are a fruit; you know what to do…..
I know another good source of potassium, missus.
…..I may well have crossed a line there.
After Breakfast at Tescos (I love that film!) this morning, we drove into Hipsterville by the Sea (Brighton), had a trawl around the Record and Charity shops. I bought Bowie, Karin Krog and Laura Cannell from the wonderful Resident and my wife added a few items to her wardrobe.
Back home before the rain and then Hot Dogs and now we are watching The Ferryman, a 70s ghost story starring Jeremy Brett.
So far so good!
Jeremy Brett is the guvnor. Wipes the floor with this Bandersnatch character.
This Jeremy Brett fellow, @moose-the-mooche He’s good, is he? Only I only went and bought the entire Sherlock Holmes DVD collection what he starred in – for £1.50 from a charitable shop in Essex over Christmas. Let me know – I’d hate to fell I wasted my money on about 15 DVDs of sleuthing.
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Best £1.50 you’ve ever spent, dude. I’ve personally never seen the need for any other adaptation made before or after these ones (although I will on principle watch absolutely anything with Basil Rathbone in it).
Anybody else reading this in the UK – the Brett Sherlocks are repeated on a continuous loop on ITV3 in the dead of night (When else?). Bloody brilliant they are.
Cheers, @moose-the-mooche – I will dive in!
Saturday night… nice glass of red… Jeremy Brett as Sherlock. Nothing non-rude could be better.
Be warned, there are two (quite) different Watsons. This is not a tiresome clever-clever Moffatesque trick. David Burke left the show to join the RSC – which is both dead cool and a sign of the times. In the 80s the RSC was vastly more prestigious, and quite possibly better paid, than some poxy TV gig.
You guys watch your alcohol units!
Yep. I’ll be watching them roll over like @tiggerlion‘ s Blackstar playcount 😉
Saw off The Light’s daughter and her boyfriend who caught the train back to Manchester Uni, then a Day out in Colchester scouring chazza shops (a couple of t shirts, some DVDs and CDs, and a very nice pair of cuff links since you ask).
A Wetherspoons veggie burger and a pint for lunch mean I’m only starting to wonder about dinner now. Probably should have made an effort to cook something special as The Light and I had our first date 6 years ago today, but have just booked our room for a trip to Venice in March so that will count as today’s big romantic gesture (unless you count buying tickets to see the new Tranatino tomorrow while I was at it). Malbec is likely to be indulged in later.
PS – and a yo-yo. From the chazza shops I mean, not romantic gestures.
Did you get to visit the second hand bookshop next to Oxfam, @gatz?
After an afternoon in Red Lion Bookshop, Waterstones and the traipsing across the dead centre, it was a real tonic – quiet, friendly staff, and really tasty TWA and fruit cake on a comfy old leather sofa. Definitely worth a visit!
Did you get to visit the second hand bookshop next to Oxfam, @gatz?
After an afternoon in Red Lion Bookshop, Waterstones and then traipsing across the dead centre, it was a real tonic – quiet, friendly staff, and really tasty tea and fruit cake on a comfy old leather sofa. Definitely worth a visit!
Yes, but only once.
The only book I bought today was a copy of Batman Year One from one of the charity shops in the grim concrete Red Lion Yard precinct.
LOLz – I will never master this editing malarkey.
There are quite a lot of charity shops on that street, aren’t there? And spread across the rest of town. Thank goodness the economy is improving and these negative indicators will soon be behind us…
Is peanut butter a fruit? If so I’m sorted. If not…
Yes, a jar of peanut butter counts as one of your five a day. Jar marmalade=one orange. Bottle cider=one apple. Marmite and pastry are vegetables, though. Hope this helps.
Starburst (or Opal Fruits in old money) also count
Pigs definitely harmed. Managed to scoff five mini pork pies at a humanist naming ceremony. And a ham roll.
@pencilsqueezer Peanut butter is a source of good fats, plus a good chunk of protein. You’re sorted. 🙂
Blimey. Thank gawd for that.
Does listening to Oranges & Lemons by XTC count as two of my five a day?
See.
I knew you were getting some nourishment from somewhere, Peter.
If it’s the remastered version with extra tracks, that counts as three. 😀
There’s plenty of beef in that Simpleton bassline.
So does my bottle of Shiraz count as a bunch of grapes? If so, I am incredibly healthy, having quaffed several bunches.
It’s got sugar in it too. Sugar comes from beet, which is a vegetable.
You disgustingly healthy sod.
Can Gin be factored into a healthy diet somewhere?
Anywhere?
Lummy I am a health freak by accident. I wondered why I was losing weight and packing on muscle mass.
Juniper berries? Fruit, surely. Stick a slice of lemon in- there’s two of your five.
I put ice in mine, which is crunchy. Crunchiness it the scientific definition of vegetables.
Just the sort of information I needed!
(Food – “Nature’s Recipe”)
I’ve been extremely lazy as always. The only useful thing I’ve done today was transferring my music library to the new computer from the external harddrive (minus last year’s albums, which will have to be ripped later from the CDs). Of course, the albums didn’t end up in the order they used to be in, and all the “various artists” albums are now filed under the individual names of the artists of each track, but OK; at least I can listen to my music again.
I tried Spotify during the week when the computer had barely any music on it, but I didn’t enjoy it at all.
Anyway, apart from taking care of the music situation (and it needed very little effort on my part) I’ve only been reading a Groucho biography that I bought for £1:50 at the charity shop on Tuesday (among many other great finds), listened to my favourite radio show and spoken to dad on the phone.
When I suddenly got violently hungry I couldn’t bare the thought of cooking any proper food, so I made pork noodle soup of the four minute variety…plus a couple of toasted slices of bread with salami. A real Saturday feast. 🙁
I’m planning to be a bit more energetic tomorrow, including cooking some veggie stew for this week’s lunchboxes. But I’ll believe it when I see it.
Bare?? FFS…
Sundays in January are made for brewing up huge vats of soup/casserole/stew/curry etc to see you through the week. Choppin’ veg with very loud music on. Oh yes.
Sundays in January can also be used for brewing up huge vats of IPA – 40 pints of the stuff may well be initiated tommorrow (if I can be bothered).
Where did I put that book “How To Stop Procrastinating” – bought it a couple of years ago, but never got round to reading it.
Indeed. Preferably of the sweet soul variety.
You just have to be careful when you start to shuffle the feet in time to the music that you don’t shuffle the knife in similar fashion while chopping and end up involuntary turning the veggie stew into a meat stew…
Ouch!
That’s true. Avoid the Ramones for the same reason.
Only this morning we had music on in the kitchen and I said that very often our lives threaten to turn into this:
You may not know this Loc’, but this sketch is pretty much a cornerstone of British culture. As in real life, the fun really starts when the fridge opens.
@moose-the-mooche I was just waiting for that. If you see what I mean.
Oh, hooray! My playlists were transferred as well: Club Grasshopper is open and I’m doing my best sit-down disco moves as we speak! 🙂
Sly Stone in da house!
Just sat down after the second dog walk of the day. I have a pint of Ringwood by my side. Soon to be cooking 2 large rib eye steaks to be served with dauphinoise potatoes, peas in buttered stock and a bottle of Max Reserva CabSav.
Today has been busy but fun.
@mike_h I’ve just noticed your use of the word “snap”. You an East Midlander perchance?
Nah.
Watford born and (mostly) bred.
Just a good word I absorbed somewhere along the way.
I said EMs but actually I think it’s used as far up as Rotherham.
Try to contain your excitement please.
My weekend has gone really well, in that kids and I hung out in the local park and then good friends of ours came back to our flat spontaneously, pasta was cooked for the kids, pizza was brought in from the local authentic Italian joint, single malt was tasted, bottles of red were swashed, current and future climate catastrophes and solutions were bantered about, fairy stories were read, organic chocolate, cheese and Haagen Dazs was shared, Kirsty McGee, Dead Can Dance, Kate Bush and Frozen and Sound of Music were sang along to – middle class fantasy come to life – fair shot my bolt, I did. May never happen again, but socialising with young children is possible – I have seen it happen. ?
Took lad to swimming at 8am then to drama. Whilst he pretended to be a young man going to a shop to buy Star Wars Lego but actually got sold a £399.99 tv, I had a latte with coconut milk from Starbucks – not great, and a plain croissant. Hit the charity shops of Wilmslow and bought two Dr Who DVDs (what has become of me?). Picked up a ‘WW2 in colour’ box set to give to my dad tomorrow, bought the lad a Flat Stanley book too.
After an afternoon of building a huge Lego tower and a modernised Lego tardis (dear god – seriously, what has become of me?) we had Quorn sausage, chips and peas for tea (chocolate ice cream for dessert). I hung the planets (and Pluto) from his ceiling and did 20k on the bike/cross trainer. I’m now enjoying a Dr Pepper Zero and will go to bed just as soon as this episode of Dr Who finishes on Netflix (help me, please help me…)
The charity shops of Wilmslow should be fairly stonking. Last years Versace I assume? flat screens that just aren’t thin enough?
When we lived in Hale the local NCT jumble sale was amazing. Only time the kids will ever have Dolce & Gabana till they pay for it themselves
By an unfortunate mistranslation ( I thought I was getting a leg of lamb ), today I tried Galareta, or calves foot jelly in breadcrumbs. It wasn´t bad but I won´t be having it again….the wine, a Hungarian Szeksard dry red, was nice though.
Well I was working tonight you bastards, but now thoroughly unwound care of a couple of beers and Mrs BB’s chicken curry….
Does today, sunday, count? Bratwurst yesterday with the end of Better Call Saul box set, but today it has been some popcorn, chilli and lemon flavour, with a couple of Cobras, the squeeze having 2 large nasty whites at the posh bit of Star City, watching the Hateful Eight, Tarantino’s latest bloodiest. Slower than usual, but back up to spillage expectation by the end. Chicken Thighs now a roast, with a chilli and shroom infused couscous/bulgur/wild rice mix. I think there is only gin available, having snarfed all else in preparation for the new limits.