tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23282643.post7768477300152131810..comments2023-10-12T15:59:35.120+01:00Comments on radiogandy: Chilly again - 35F - Sausages againtracyjameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00914991294683176018noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23282643.post-30678777612244504002008-12-16T10:33:00.000+00:002008-12-16T10:33:00.000+00:00The London/Newark train was 4 hours late on Sunday...The London/Newark train was 4 hours late on Sunday night (they all arrived home at 2.30). <BR/>Sandra awaited its arrival, first at Retford then at Newark, for over 3 hours. <BR/><BR/>“Train passengers on the East Coast main line were stranded for up to six hours overnight after power cables came down. <BR/>Services … were halted in open countryside … with passengers unable to get off. <BR/>Damage to overhead wires at Claypole near Newark left north and southbound trains using the same line of track. <BR/>The problems started at about 1830 GMT on Sunday and repair work finished at 0320 GMT on Monday.” <BR/><BR/>On her way to Retford, Sandra received a message that the train had been further delayed so she decided to call in somewhere for a coffee. At ten-thirtyish three of the four pubs she passed were closed (she missed the turn-in for the other) - permanently?. And at Retford station, the drinks’ machines were not working and the toilets were locked (although the porter on duty did allow her the use of staff facilities). <BR/><BR/>For breakfast today (Monday) I had some truly excellent black pudding from Netto. I grilled it and put it between two slices of Tiger bread lathered with apple chutney. Yummy! <BR/>So enjoyable the, for my tea, I had some more, fried, (it was a day past use-by) with a jacket spud + chopped fried onion and fried apple. Very good.<BR/>And Stephanie brought back each of us a crab leg from Harrods (each about 2 feet long, so you wouldn’t want him climbing over you in the middle of the night). I had mine for supper with with a bit of mayo and a roll & butter. Very succulent and tasty; a real treat.<BR/><BR/>BLOG COMMENT<BR/>We have two trees this year. A real 7 foot one is in the dining area, decorated in traditional fashion, while the other, in the living room, is a twiggy one which Sandra bought several years ago from a shop where it wasn’t for sale (it was part of the window display). That has just tiny white lights with a gismo that lets them flash or go on and off in various combinations.<BR/><BR/>What a strange looking Belton lion that is (if it is).<BR/><BR/>I suspect the Brinsley tree lights do not go higher is because the ladder wasn’t long enough. They should’ve called the brigade.<BR/><BR/>Ah, Mrs Mulligan, to be sure, to be sure. I cannot get the picture from my mind. Does she do a little dance, hoping on one foot? <BR/>But b&b pudding WITH CUSTARD! The custard is a part of it, not an addition. <BR/>Yet another of your occasionally peculiar eating habits. If I was dictator you would be reconditioned or gulagized or whatever it is that Communists do to citizens who stray from the Party Line.<BR/><BR/>I am sure that I would be just as upset as you are at the ‘Strictly…’ shenanigans if I only thought that it mattered. Unlike ‘The X Factor’, it does not allow/prevent anyone from going on to a glittering and highly paid professional career. It’s a bit of fun.<BR/><BR/>I think you missed the anagram point. It is only the weird minority (crossword solvers) who bother checking amiagarms.<BR/>Oh, and Sean Lock is a comedian; it was a joke. <BR/><BR/>I presume Letterman was referring to George W?<BR/><BR/>Jill (1):<BR/>Train report above.<BR/><BR/>I think Birds Eye and perhaps one or two others still make good fish fingers.<BR/><BR/>I agree that Brussels on the stem are better. But once or twice a year is plenty for me (like broad beans). <BR/>I am not fond of cabbage either. My view is that calabrese can be eaten almost without noticing but purple sprouting, brussel tops and turnip tops are delicious. <BR/><BR/>Ah, your Ruth was the feisty * one, a ‘street fighter’ whom I gathered was not altogether well liked by her fellow contestants. I thought her a very good entertainer but a less talented singer than several of the others.<BR/>[ * my dictionary says ‘feisty’ is derived from dialect word ‘feist’, a mongrel dog, in turn somehow derived from obsolete word ‘fist’ meaning ‘to break wind’]. <BR/><BR/>Jill (2):<BR/>Isn’t it a treat to have daughters / daughters-in (or out)-law who are into arty crafty things? <BR/>We are lucky to have two, Steph and Emma, in their very different ways.<BR/><BR/>Sandra’s oldest survving sister once gave us a butternut soup which was far TOO sweet. Unlike some people (inc RG, I believe) I like sweet accompaniments to savoury food (eg, apple or cranberry sauce, although freferably retaining a hint of the fruit’s sourness) but, like you, I think sweetness can be overdone. Everybody seems to be doing orange pastry which I agree sounds good.<BR/><BR/>How pleased I am to be associated , even at a distance, with someone so RICH & FAMOUS. <BR/>I must tell you in detail sometime how I am related to Clint Eastwood and the Duke of Kent. <BR/>Or perhaps not!<BR/><BR/>anonymousrob: <BR/>There was no doubt that Ruth had outstanding attributes greatly appreciated by Simon Cowell.<BR/><BR/>Sad Stags it is. I suppose they will save on McEwan’s wages. They might as well have kept Paul Holland who certainly had a considerable attachment to the club.<BR/>Haslam does still own the ground but has no involvement in the running of the club. I suppose that he has control in the sense that he could sell or apply to redevelop the land.<BR/><BR/>writing in haiku<BR/>Can become habit forming.<BR/>Best avoided? <BR/><BR/>Anusol sounds like a sunny favella.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23282643.post-72000808893789876502008-12-15T22:20:00.000+00:002008-12-15T22:20:00.000+00:00The lights on the tree look a bit like flying ange...The lights on the tree look a bit like flying angels to me....probably quite unintentional!<BR/><BR/>No, I meant it was a real fir tree, dipped in silver paint.....But I must not disparage this daughter-in-law - she brought round a home-made Xmas cake for us, a small square one just the right size, all iced, (and proper Royal Icing, not that sickly fondant stuff) - it has silver and mauve glitter on it and has wide silver and purple ribbon round it (obviously these are her favourite colours!). She has also lined that blanket I knitted for me, beautifully, in pale green fabric, and there are tiny pale greeny-gold bows on the right side at the intersections, must have taken her an age.<BR/><BR/>I watched Nigella earlier, two of her cocktails (or possibly even one) would have me lying on the kitchen floor (but happy). I was put off by the way she kept emphasising sweetness, everything from a lamb tagine to butternut soup, she kept on about the sweetness. And those mince-pies were so uniform, didn't look homemade a bit. And I don't like cranberries in my mincemeat, thank you. Though the orange juice in the pastry was a good idea!<BR/><BR/>What do you mean, G, 'WHEN we are rich and famous'? speak for yourself!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com