Coincidental controversies

After mentioning only last night the odd occasion when I've rubbed bloggers up the wrong way, I've got another one today!

(Did that rhyme?)

It's great when you mention other people's blogs in your own; all sorts of things can happen when people do Technorati searches for their blogs and they stumble upon something that I wrote about them back in July.

Back in July, while bored (as I often am), I conducted an experiment in pushing the "Next blog" button on all those blogs that were listed in my blogroll at the time. Most of the resulting blogs (and anybody who tries this will find the same) were foreign language or advertising shit, some were real, one was Fat Dan's.

At 26 January, 2006 14:05, Fat Dan said...

I have a blog on your list that you say is crap. So what. i will post my opinions and ideas freely as will you, and from what I can tell, you use big words and are basically a non-talented piece of crap. Just like the rest of us.

Excellent!

I didn't bother to read Dan's blog, so I don't know whether it's crap or not, it's probably a very nice blog. I didn't bother to read any of the blogs because it was just a quick look-see to find out what was out there and where clicking "Next blog" will take you.

Fucking hell, some people are so sensitive! Perhaps if they read what I wrote, they'd see that I didn't actually slag them or their blogs off. Titwank.


Off
I've not been in work today. It's quite naughty of me, but I told folk that, since Dad doesn't drive, I was picking Mother (awww) up from the hospital and getting her car MOTd so as I can get her road tax before it runs out. I did pick Connie up, but that was last night and I have had to get her car MOTd and shit today. I'm knackered, having walked from and to the garage and stuff, but I shouldn't be. And it's freezing out.

Bllrrrueueuhsh.

Thinking about Base 2a, it dawned on me today that there's a woman there that hasn't actually spoken to me, or acknowledged me, since I got back after Christmas. Then again, it's the one I bought BuckaRudolph for when she really wanted something from Tiffany's, so it's hardly surprising. Some people are such ignorant fucking mongs. But do I care? Not at all. What would she say to me if she spoke to me? Sod all of any interest.


In the town where I was born
That's a rather unfortunate reference to one of the worst songs ever recorded. The Beatles were actually quite shit when you come to think of it.

But anyway, I wandered around my town this morning on my way back from the garage. It was quite comforting in some ways, the familiarity of the shopping precinct, knowing that things never really change there that much (and the meat 'n' tater pies from Greenhalgh's bakery are fuckin' delsih!). In other respects it was quite sad when I realised that, given a lot of opportunity and promise, I never managed to move away from here.

I was in the Morrison's buying Corn Flakes for Mother, a lady picked up a box and asked me whether they were Corn Flakes and I confirmed this to her. She mentioned something about them changing the packaging so she couldn't tell. I realised that she mustn't have been able to read. It's amazing what you take for granted.


Tina's kitchen
Tonight's delight is lemon couscous with chick peas, potatoes and olives.

Stuff

• Cous cous (did you know that cous cous was made of pasta?)
• Half a medium sized onion (finely chopped)
• Bit of olive oil
• A lemon, washed and cut into quarters
• Some stuffed green olives (as many as you can tolerate)
• A large potato, peeled (if you like) and cut into quarters along its length
• A can of chick peas
• 1 litre veg or chicken stock (add some lemon juice to this if you have any knocking about)
• Knob of butter (if you must)

Making it

1. Fry (sautee) the onion (or shallots if you have them) in the olive oil until they are soft
2. Fry three bits of the lemon for a bit, then squish to release the juice
   
3. Add the potato and the stock and boil until the potato is nearly cooked
4. Add the cous cous - I add as much as is necessary to have it all a but liquidy still - turn off the heat and put the lid on the pan for a couple of minutes until the cous cous is cooked
5. Give it a stir and add the chick peas and olives and a bit more stock if it takes your fancy, butter too if you're a lard-arse like me
   
6. Eat like a pig until you have cous cous, chick peas and olives coming back up through your nose