Sunday, 5 July 2015

More on Walnut Oil.



Considering that I live in a big Walnut growing area, I find it extremely frustrating that I've recently had great difficulty finding the very best quality Walnut oil, on which I insist.

I've tried all the markets, the supermarkets, and even all the local 'Bio' shops. My searches have been in vain, and I now have several bottles of 'average quality' oil lingering in the back of my cupboards.

My problem is that I drink the stuff (two teaspoons each morning), and I can tell at once if it's 'the real thing'.

Then, bizarrely, Lady Magnon spied the above in our nearby 'emergency' bakery. There it was on the shelf, shining like one of Rupert Bear's bottles of sunshine.

Madame La Boulangère enthused about it, and was very insistent that once open it should be kept in the fridge; in fact I usually wrap the bottle in foil and keep it out. Maybe with this new bottle I'll follow her advice; I do like it when people are uber-enthusiastic about their own products, I take it as a good sign.

This stuff is effing delicious. 



Saturday, 4 July 2015

Idiot.


                                                     Image search result for "russell brand"

There are idiots everywhere, but some idiots are more idiotic than others. Some even think they have deity-like qualities.

A case in point is this twit above. A certain Mr Russell Brand. Brand has declared himself 'Saviour of the Universe', and has associated himself with all sorts of lost causes; the most momentous being his recent support for Labour's Ed 'Carved in Stone' Miliband.

Recently The Children's Wing of the Labour Party held a pre-pubescent banner waving love-in through central London (and elsewhere), against the present government's successful policies for tidying-up the financial mess left by the last bloody lot (Labour). I expect they wanted the UK to take a leaf out of Greece's anti-austerity book, and go bust yet again..... And guess who turned-up to support them?

No sooner had Brand approached the podium (to preach his puerile version of communism) than he was told to 'Fuck Off', in no uncertain terms, by the junior crowd. It seems that he was then seen scurrying for the safety of his Rolls Royce.

And as if that wasn't enough, his latest outburst was against yesterday's minute's silence in memory of the victims of the Tunisian Beach Massacre, which he referred to as a load of BULLSHIT.

I suppose this only goes to reinforce his vile nature. Is there no end to this man's idiocy? I think it's about time he just SHUT-UP, and went away.

The only excuse one can offer for the fool's behaviour is that hard-drugs have completely addled his head (Heavens; I almost used the word 'brain').


Friday, 3 July 2015

Food Glorious Foo....



I thoroughly enjoy both preparing, and eating, food. One I find very creative, the other very satisfying.

My latest delights are these long thin mild peppers, so common in Spanish tapas bars. Simply fried in olive oil with a tiny splash of white wine and a sprinkling of gros sel; when served tepid they are stunningly delicious.

But marry them with some roasted Lamb, and oh my goodness I'm in heaven; it really doesn't get much better (or simpler) than this.

In this present heatwave, our cooler evenings are gloriously relaxing, and one has to take full advantage. Simple tasty 'meat-n-one-salad' evening meals are de rigeur; and, as practically no actual cooking is involved, I even get to relax too. 



Thursday, 2 July 2015

Ten.



My little girl, Tenpin.

Up until very recently she did something or other for some university up in Queensland. But she wanted a change.

Now she does something or other for Australia's electricity supply.

A change is as good as a rest, they say; so enjoy your rest, my darling.

I should add that other than her high-flying job (plus looking after two lively boys and a husband) she also has a side-line of converting old vans into campers. Sounds like a very Aussie occupation to me. 

The gal done good!



Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Profit-Making Prisons?


                                 

It is estimated that each prison place in the UK costs £119,000 to build, then costs an annual sum of £40,000 to keep each prisoner (source Guardian Newspaper, UK). Personally I find this outrageous.

                                 

Shouldn't these institutions be self-financing?

May I suggest that they are ALL run on factory lines, and ALL inmates should be made to put-in a normal day's work.

Basic sums of remuneration could be paid (if work was satisfactory) and any money earned could then be exchanged for food, water, electricity etc (don't work, don't eat; like everyone else in the world). The inmates could even contribute towards the prison guards salaries, the prison running costs, and their judge's entertainment fund (ahem). If anything was left over at the end of their sentence, it would hopefully help them set-up a new crime-free life.

It's an old chestnut, but I don't see why criminals should be funded to over double the amount of an unemployed or disabled family.

Priorites, priorities! We need a Ministry of Priorities.




Tuesday, 30 June 2015

My Blood.



I'm always a tiny bit anxious when I await the results of my three-monthly blood test, but I really shouldn't be.

The important bit seems to be the middle one; the HBA1C section. I believe this is the bit that shows how much sugar (glucose) is in your blood (please correct me if I'm wrong), and mine shows 6.2% (as it has since March 2014). 

Above 6.5% is bad, and below 6% is bad; so I seem to be just right. When I started these blood tests in 2012, it was about 8.2%.

I don't really mind all this medical stuff, as long as it doesn't come around too often. Once every three months is OK.

I keep taking the pills, try to look after myself physically, and curb my desire for all things sweet. As long as I do that I'll probably avoid having to give myself those bloody jabs that diabetics often need; THAT I fear more than anything.

I'm now just back from the doc's. He kept using the word 'perfect', so I guess I'll live. Lady Magnon thought I may have to be 'put down'.



Monday, 29 June 2015

Calais.


                                    Migrants climb in the back of a lorry on the  highway leading to the Eurotunnel  in Calais, northern France

Most people will be aware of what is happening at Calais; it has become the European equivalent of the Mexico/US border. I have actually witnessed something similar to the above myself.

I was waiting in line to take the ferry from Calais to Dover when a couple of gendarmes started poking long metal poles into a huge lorry right in front of me; they were trying to detect carbon dioxide.

Almost at once people were jumping out and running off; one jumped from quite high up, and I think he broke his leg. He had to be taken away on a stretcher.

At the time I didn't really know what was happening, then after a word with the lorry driver it all became clear. He told me that it was a daily event.

In those days they were all white; probably from Romania or Bulgaria. Nowadays they are mostly from Africa.

What a bloody mess; many of these people are genuinely escaping persecution and possible death, but the majority are just there for the generous UK handouts. Unfortunately they all become tarred with the same brush, and all are viewed with suspicion.

France doesn't want them, England doesn't really want them, Italy is moaning because no-one will take them, and the EU says that the UK mustn't moan about them all wanting to get into England.

So what's the solution? Well sadly there isn't one. I quite expect that some bright-spark in France or Italy will eventually realise that if they give them all visas, they would then have the RIGHT OF ABODE in the UK, and their own problems would be over. A simple £10 ferry ticket would then take them 'legally' to their promised land, and they'd all be given whatever they want. Until that time the arguments continue.




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