Monday, July 31, 2006

Sweetcorn - the what if?

Imagine if Sweetcorn had been discovered BEFORE "normal" corn?

We'd be throwing "corn" on the barbie and making bread with "Bittercorn"

Maybe bread would have never been invented - "Bittercorn" would have been an agricultural dead end wth no market and appalling branding.

"Its more bitter than normal Corn, and its so small it falls through the grill onto the burning coals."

Hardly a great seller.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Ostrich Watch

Please follow this link to learn how you can join the British Domesticated Ostrich Association

The British Domesticated Ostrich Association was founded in December 1992 to support the development of the industry in the United Kingdom. And haven't they done well !

You may also be able to subscribe to their magazine, "Ostrich News"

It previously was known as "Ostrich Talk Profile" - but presumably this attracted the unwanted attentions of people wishing to learn how to talk like ostriches, in a Dr Doolittle stylie.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Abroad - more about food

Its all the same:


There are a remarkable number of countries, regions, cities, ethnic groups, tribes, societies and agglomerations of individuals who believe that their own national special dish is a unique, super special, individual, historic and soooo tasty you will never want to eat anything else again contribution to global cuisine.

These people are almost entirely the same as those who's national dish almost inevitably appears to be several pieces of chicken put on a skewer and chargrilled.

It also always comes with a bit of vaguely hot red sauce served on the side...and a crap salad.

"Georgian culinary experts are famous for various dishes cooked on skewer above burning coals" - from

I can say that there is hardly a man in my country that wouldn’t like shashlik, cause it is king of dishes of Azerbaijan cuisine.

The most common preparations are roasting and grilling, which produce the famous Turkish kebaps, including döner kebap, the national dish.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Monsoon Holidays

Never mind Monsoon Wedding, you can nhow do Monsoon Holidays

The Tourism Authority of Maharastra (Bombay's State) is promoting the region during the monsoon season as a destination to they have never seen it rain!

This may be a short term solution though.

Spend one week in Mumbai in July-September, and you will almost certainly never feel the need to see rain ever again in your entire life.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Sip My Funky Juice ....

This tremendous product was being offered on this poster seen in a St Petersburg street.

Appealing as the packaging looks, there is no way I am going to be seen walking round holding an entire can of my very own Funky Juice in my sweaty hands.

And I certainly would not contemplate tasting anyone else's either, even if they offered it to me for nothing.

One can only wonder what the slogan actually translates as.....

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Abroad Again

Abroad - things I am not quite sure about
  • They still like Led Zeppelin
  • They eat those ???
  • They don't seem to have worked out how to draw a usable subway map.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Abroad. Part 1 of many

Good things about Abroad:

  1. Its cheap as chips
  2. The weather is generally better
  3. They are good at grilling meat

Monday, July 10, 2006

Theo Walcott at the World Cup

again, not one of mine, but very funny...

What I did on my summer holiday
By Theo Walcott Esq aged 8 1/2

I went to a place called Germany with my Uncle Sven and some other grown up's. It is a country in Europe where a bad man called Adolf used to live with his nazties, he does not live there anymore, Uncle Owen does live there, and the grown up's say I cant talk about the bad man as it will make Uncle Owen cry if I do.

In Germany there are lots of castles and some mountains. We are staying in a place called Baden Baden that's a silly name, Uncle Frank has the same name as his dad, that's silly too, his mum must get their underpants mixed up all the time.

On the aeroplane Uncle Sol sat next to me, he got me some toffee and wants to be my friend, he works at the place where I do my YTS, so does Uncle Freddy but him and Uncle Sol are not best friends anymore.

Uncle Owen met us at the airport, he talks foreign, Uncle Wayne, Uncle Steven and Uncle David also talk funny, my mum says Uncle David talks like Orville, he is a duck, Uncle Sol say's uncle David wears dresses and knickers, and asked me if I had ever worn them. Uncle Sol got me some pop.

In Germany the grown ups are going to play football, my grandad says we beat them in the olden days before my mum was born. That is a long time ago.

While the grown up's went to play football so I went shopping with Auntie Vicky and some other girls she bought me a big ice cream and got herself a little one but she said she was full before she had eaten any and threw it away. She bought lots of shoes and handbags and let me play with Brooklyn. She say's she used to be in a pop band and sang me one of her songs, I think she was telling fibs.

I told Uncle Sol about my day out with Vicky and he sulked, then he bought me an even bigger ice cream with lots of hundred's & thousands on it. All the other grown up's have a girlfriend except Uncle Sol so he plays with me while they go out. Uncle Sven says I must keep Uncle Sol happy, that's why I got taken on holiday.

The grown up's went to play Football against somebody called Sweden, Uncle Sol was crying as Uncle Freddy played for them and would not talk to him. Uncle Sol bought me lots of toffee today and some crisps. Uncle Sven is from Sweden and I heard him on the phone to their boss last night.

Uncle Michael hurt his knee and had to go home to his mum for a plaster.

Uncle Peter is a giant, a proper giant like you see in books, he is rubbish at football though.

Uncle Wayne had a sore toe at the start of out holiday but it got better so they let him play football. Uncle Sol got me a present but I do not like it. He says all Germans wear leather underpants and I should while we are here, they are too tight for me.

All the grown up's started to call Uncle Wayne a potato head who stood on somebodys spuds. He got shouted at by the referee. They are all saying that we have to go home now. Uncle Sol was crying again and I had to sit on his knee to make him stop. He had his mobile phone in his pocket, I think.

Zinedine Zidane

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Sunday, July 09, 2006

Frogs Legs...

What do restaurants do with the rest of the frog though?

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

An offer you can refuse - from the Russians

This sign "advertises" a restaurant in the (delightfully named) Golden Ring Hotel in Moscow


Soviet style food AND ambiance in one package.

How could one refuse....