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There will be blood
In case you haven’t heard, I will be sharing the stage with Denzil Meyrick at a Bloody Scotland 2018, with the inestimable Douglas Skelton also present to keep the audience in check. September 23, 12:45pm.
Asking for it
I’ve just seen a LIDL ad where kids ask Raheem Sterling and Gary Cahill, ‘Why are England’s goal celebrations so rubbish?’
Obvious answer: ‘Because they don’t get to do them very often.’
Now it can be revealed
The Spark Theatre is a new one on me, but I promise they will fly. I am more than happy that I’ll be accompanied by my good friend Brian Taylor.
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Dock of the bay
Sat here at 9:30 this morning watching the time roll away I felt a sudden rush of concern that maybe I should get back to work. Then common sense reasserted itself. Next month will be fine.
Spurious
As I understand it this relates to the so-called governing body trousering so-called sanctioning fees for the right to contest one of their gaudy belts.
With friends like Rudy …
Skinner’s dinner
Stuck for ideas last night, so I improvised. One chopped onion fried in a pot in salt and pimenton dulce until golden. Pour in one brick of passata, add half an aubergine peeled and chopped, and basil, fresh if you have it, if not dried is fine. Next some sun-dried tomatoes and a couple of dozen small black olives, de-stoned. (De-stoning can be tedious but don’t worry if it’s messy for they’ll disappear in cooking.) Then take a small chicken breast and half a pork fillet. Cut each into one inch (no larger) cubes and add to the simmering sauce. Finally pour in what’s left of last night’s white wine and cook on the hob as gently as possible for 90 minutes. Serve with spaghetti, a little beyond al dente.
I hereby name it Pasta Chickenpig, and I will endeavour to persuade Theresa to add it to the Driftwood menu.
Chaos
The rail service must stop being a political issue. Government has to take the lot over and implement a system that works properly.
F******* nuts!
Kirstie who?
No idea, but from what I read here she’s another pointless attention seeker that nobody needs.
Puzzler
What do you say to your four year old grandson when he sees the Money Supermarket ad and wonders why Action Man has joined the Village People?
Trio
My ear worm of the day: a very old Billy Connolly song called Three Men from Carntyne.
Questions: where were they going and who was their companion?
Rejoice
And so farewell, Mariano Rajoy. The Catalans will have to be released now, to make room for him.
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