We came up with another TV show whose name can be sung along to the theme music, with a small amount of adjustment:
♫ Ooh, Coronation Street
Ooh, Coronation Street… ♫
We came up with another TV show whose name can be sung along to the theme music, with a small amount of adjustment:
♫ Ooh, Coronation Street
Ooh, Coronation Street… ♫
This recipe doesn’t have a name, because I only made it up on Monday. But it was really nice, so I think it deserves to be written down. Call it anything you like.
Ingredients (serves 2)
2 chicken breasts
A handful of bean shoots
A handful of mange tout, chopped into pieces an inch long
Three spring onions, chopped up small
Brown rice
Cashew nuts
Butter
Olive oil
For the marinade
2 tbsp sesame oil
Three cloves of garlic, chopped or sliced
A little hunk of ginger, finely chopped
A sprinkling of chili flakes
Salt
A splash of lemon juice
Mix the sesame oil, garlic, ginger, chili flakes, salt and lemon juice together in a dish. Cut the chicken into smallish pieces and stir it in, making sure every piece of chicken is coated with marinade. Leave for at least half an hour.
Boil the rice. When it’s got about 15 minutes to go, heat the olive oil in a frying pan. Once it’s hot, add the chicken and fry quickly on both sides until it starts to brown.
Turn the heat down and add the mange tout and the bean shoots. Keep stirring.
When the rice has ten minutes to go, add the cashews to the rice pot. Once the rice is done, drain it, add a slab of butter and close the lid for a minute.
Add the spring onion to the chicken pan, stir and take off the heat. Take the lid off the rice and stir it so that the butter is mixed in. Add the rice to the chicken and stir everything together. Put on plates. Eat.
Well, it was a good thing really, because it saved me spending £75. After deciding I definitely couldn’t justify the expense, I went and had another look at the dress I fell a little bit in love with yesterday. I tried on the size 12 and it looked like a muu-muu. So I tried on the size 10, and that looked like a slightly less baggy muu-muu. I think it is designed for someone taller, leggier and skinnier than me. Either that, or it is actually a muu-muu. If it’s still available when I’m eighty and living in Florida I’ll be first in the queue.
I have discovered a problem with Muji, which is that their designs are so utilitarian that it’s madly easy to convince yourself that you really need whatever it is you’re tempted by. Although I think I might find it hard to make a case for the utility Christmas stocking, which is what I came away with today.
On a less utilitarian note, I fell a tiny bit in love with this dress, but at £75 I need a better excuse even than Christmas to justify it:
I would not wear it with those horrible unflattering beads. Nor would I allow my face to be chopped off halfway down when being photographed wearing it.
There’s an interesting post on the nature of maps over at Strange Maps today. I remember when some former colleagues and I decided to buy a map of the world to display on our office wall, back in the days where I worked somewhere where people had conversations, and outside interests, and we had a long discussion about what sort of a map we wanted, and someone (probably, I have to say, me) said that we should choose one which reflected a “real” view of the world, rather than one which was devised for the advancement of imperial interests (see the Peters Projection versus Mercator debate for more on this). Now it seems that even that is an over-simplified view.
I am delighted to accounce that Rick Astley won Best Act Ever at the MTV European Music Awards this weekend. It seems Rick is marginally less delighted, having stayed away from the awards themselves and issued a statement which sounded stoic rather than over the moon:
I am honoured that my fans worked so hard to help me win Best Act Ever at the 2008 MTV Europe Music Awards.
This is the first time I have been nominated for the EMAs and I would like to thank everyone who voted for me.
I think maybe he suspects that some of the voters were having a laugh. Which, to be fair, we sort of were, but only because we think you’re brilliant, Rick!
YouTube won’t let me embed a video, so here’s a boring old link.
Whilst I’m reluctant to go against the relentlessly cheery spirit of gladallover by celebrating failure, I don’t think I can remember the last time I accidentally found something on the internet that made me laugh and laugh, and then laugh some more. There’s no connecting theme to the pictures and clips posted on Failblog, except that one way or another, each of them represents a failure – of human intellect, animal cunning, mechanical expertise or some terrifying combination of the three. The effect is cumulative, so you’ll enjoy it more if you just go and spend a happy hour browsing, as I’ve done. But I expect you’ve got places to be, so here are a couple of tasters:
Be warned, though: there are some fairly horrifying images tucked away here and there. I would avoid it if you’re eating.