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Current Bologs: Page 145 of 145Nice thingsFriday, November 21 2008 03:02 Some nice things:
Millions and BillionsThursday, November 20 2008 03:46 Do you remember that first $700bn that was urgently needed by the American government to save the world ? Do you remember that they asked for even more billions because $700bn wasn't enough ? Must have been pretty urgent eh ? Well, according to NPR news today, only half of it has been allocated so far. I thought it was urgent! Meanwhile, Philadelphia's deficit of a few million bucks has "forced" the administration to close 11 libraries, some swimming pools and...some fire stations. Yeah - we'll get by without those extravagant fire stations. We'll tighten our belts and try not to set fire to so much shit. This is so wrong, and so blatantly wrong, that I sometimes find it difficult to breathe while they blather on about it on the radio. Shame on you Michael Nutter. I'm so disgusted I'm even refraining from making a joke about your name. Your hands aren't tied. Michele has again provided the most apposite quote: Give generously to AIG - luxury hotels don't pay for themselves. For christ's sake America you're armed! Get angry! Kill some of these cunts. Roxy Brew FestSunday, November 16 2008 03:59 The natural happiness engendered by the occurrence of Saturday (lie-in, no compulsory work, lots of quality parrot-time) was augmented today by our neighbour, Tim, when he came to the door to ask us if we fancied going to the first ever Roxborough Beer Festival. This sort of thing isn't Michele's cup of tea, but it is most definitely definitely welcome in my teapot. Also, I feel a strong sense of duty when it comes to supporting local events like this. So, we went along, and had an afternoon of great pleasure: plenty of lovely beer, a lesson on beer appreciation, nice music, a few good chats with strangers, and pretzels (with mustard natch). In honesty, I never understood the need for pretzels in a civilised society until today. But with the right amount of pretzel-mustard, liberally applied, they are possibly the best accompaniment to beer next to the classic Cornish Pasty (sadly unavailable on this side of the Atlantic). Philadelphia is peculiarly privileged in that it has one of the most vibrant beer-snob movements I've ever encountered. You can get top-notch Belgian beers here more easily than I could in London, and people are passionate about it. Weirdly, the "real ale" demographics here are vastly different to those of the UK. I've been to many beer festivals over the years, and they are nearly always full of fat people with bald heads and beards - including the women. But this one had young people who were not unattractive! I know! Weird eh ? That said, Tim and I spent most of the time chatting to a bunch of guys that would not be out of place at the GBBF. A great afternoon, followed by a great evening involving Michele, the parrots, The Onion movie, and the joyous news of Citi's collapsed share price! The Triumph of Hope Over ExperienceFriday, November 07 2008 01:28 This is the first pint of Strongbow I've had for months and even though it's mass-produced crap, and despite it being a poxy American pint, it tastes wonderful. I'm sitting in an Irish pub in Center City Philadelpiha which reminds me a lot of the Marquis, only with American Football on the TV instead of the horses. As soon as my man returns, I'll be.able to return his house keys, and then return to the flock. But until then it is the perfect opportunity to reflect on the momentous events of the past week. A word to my Breeteesh choms: You probably know that I have, on rare occasion, been accused of cynicism. However, as foolish as it sounds, Obama getting elected has injected a weird feeling of optimism into life and for the first time ever, there's no background voice saying "yeah, but he's just another well meaning politician who'll soon be corrupted by power and turn into another [insert name of favourite corrupt political leader]" Really. The temptation is to compare this to Blair's election in 1997, but it's so different. Everyone on the left knew he was a sack of shit, but after 18 years of the Tories we'd probably have settled for Stalin at his worst... On Wednesday morning, I genuinely felt the world had changed for the better. Normally I'd have started spouting cynical shit straight away, just in case he turned into George W Gump so I could say "see, I said he was the same as the rest" but not this time. If I'm proved wrong then it'll be documented here. I think he's a righteous dude. And the pride we have for being involved in his election will stay with us forever. Oh yes, in case you were wondering, the vast fortune he amassed for his campaign was raised almost entirely from sub $200 donations from ordinary people who just wanted a change. Like me and Michele. Excuse typos, this was written on my little G1 :) [Update: see http://change.gov/] Huge ElectionWednesday, November 05 2008 00:57 We're snuggled up on the sofa with a parrot, a jug of red wine, and a pizza on the way, watching the BBC's coverage of the election. Having Dimbleby guiding us through the torture is a real comfort, as is a reassuringly anti-McCain injection of Christopher Hitchens. Sympathetic friends are only an Instant Message away and so the excitement is incredible. Maybe this is what it felt like to be a Phillies fan last Wednesday night ? Not for a second do I think we'll know the final result tonight, and my cynical side is predicting some utterly depressing results that will make me want to go to bed. Apologies for the title. It's a tribute to Benny Hill; if only he was still alive, we could be treated to his impression of a Chinese man talking about the "Gleat Erection." Scary thingsSunday, November 02 2008 00:58 ![]() As last night was Halloween, I'd like to present you with two scary pictures. The first is a picture of the Krupp Bagger 288 open cast mining machine being transported across the German countryside (yes it's a genuine shot). The other is our neighbour, Tim, dressed as a Viking (yes it's a genuine shot). I'm still not sure which is scarier. But then that could be because we witnessed Tim as he happened.
We had planned nothing for Halloween beyond sitting on our porch, drinking Carlo Rossi's cheapest, and giving out sweets to the local kids like we did last year. It turned out to be far more entertaining that we imagined. Tim's dedication to the whole Halloween event (partially powered by his involvement in the past two days celebration) was truly awe-inspiring. All of the massive amounts of "candy" we purchased were claimed by Trick-or-Treaters by 9pm. By that stage we were all very merry, and had been joined by a bunch of other friends and neighbours, so we ordered pizza from Poppa Large and spent and very enjoyable (and boozy) time sitting out on the porches. That's a good tradition in my book. |