16 November
2013
We've just
caught the cooking show on the BEEB earlier. That's fine, I don't mind but Jan
doesn't particularly like them. Anyway, I had put the telly on to watch a
couple of shows we had recorded but what caught my attention on the cooking
thing was that the presenter had cooked a couple of really nice steaks, medium
rare, just as I like them. But then he spoiled them by adding some of the most
drab looking chips with them. Yet he claimed that they were frozen chips, the
only sort of chips to have with a steak. Asked why he said simply, 'because
they are good'. I wonder how much he was paid to say that? But those chips he
server looked bloody horrible!
So, it's
Saturday, market day here in Dorktown. I was half thinking of going down for a
ride out but instead I'll be going off somewhere for a few hours tomorrow. Not
sure where yet but I'm sure I'll get somewhere useful for a few new photos.
Mind you, it'll be bloomin cold wherever I end up! There again, if I'm as tired
tomorrow when I get up as I was this morning, I won't be going anywhere.
In these
enlightened days we no longer have the death penalty here in the UK. But I have
to be honest and say that at times I wish we did. When kids are taken and killed
after the killer has had their way with them are times that I feel like that.
But even if we did have the death penalty, it would not happen in public. But
on this day in 1724 executions were a public spectacle and 200,000 people turned
out to watch a highway man, one Jack Shepherd being hanged. It makes me
shuddered that such a thing was public entertainment. Today Willy Carson, the
former jockey is 72; so happy birthday Willy.
In regards to
NANO, I'm around 2000 words behind and I shall be catching up some more later
today. The story is basically about a Royal Navy officer and one of the ratings
in his ship, not a gay story by the way. It all started from a dream I had
sometime in October that I couldn't get out of my head. In the dream a man wakes
up in an all white room. He's lying on a bed/shelf and is dressed in a tight
white coverall. The story has just flowed from that. Amazing really seeing that my latest Copper
story has been stuck for some time now. Hopefully it too will begin to flow
once NANO is over and done with.
And so for a
picture ... yes, I know which one ...
It's a shot of a blonde girl I snapped on
Jesus Green in Cambridge a few years ago.
Funny time
...
Everyone seems to be in such a hurry to scream
'racism' these days.
A customer asked, "In what aisle could I find the Irish sausage?"
The assistant asks, "Are you Irish?"
The guy, clearly offended, says, "Yes I am. But let me ask you something. If I had asked for Italian sausage, would you ask me if I was Italian?
Or if I had asked for German Bratwurst, would you ask me if I was German?
Or if I asked for a kosher hot dog would you ask me if I was Jewish?
Or if I had asked for a Taco, would you ask if I was Mexican?
Or if I asked for Polish sausage, would you ask if I was Polish?"
The assistant says, "No, I probably wouldn't."
The guy says, "Well then, just because I asked for Irish sausage, why did you ask me if I'm Irish?"
The assistant replied, "Because you're in Halfords
A customer asked, "In what aisle could I find the Irish sausage?"
The assistant asks, "Are you Irish?"
The guy, clearly offended, says, "Yes I am. But let me ask you something. If I had asked for Italian sausage, would you ask me if I was Italian?
Or if I had asked for German Bratwurst, would you ask me if I was German?
Or if I asked for a kosher hot dog would you ask me if I was Jewish?
Or if I had asked for a Taco, would you ask if I was Mexican?
Or if I asked for Polish sausage, would you ask if I was Polish?"
The assistant says, "No, I probably wouldn't."
The guy says, "Well then, just because I asked for Irish sausage, why did you ask me if I'm Irish?"
The assistant replied, "Because you're in Halfords
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