Comments on: Dabbler Diary – The Mining Bees of Troopers Hill

By: Worm

Worm — Wed, 09 Jan 2013 20:43:10 +0000

Twice recently that I’ve ventured into one of those cheap old school Italian lunchtime places in Soho they’ve still made great ceremony of the Rubirosa, so they’re not just confined to the provinces

By: Mr Slang

Mr Slang — Wed, 09 Jan 2013 17:24:43 +0000

And there speaks a man with his finger hard fixed to the pulsing gallimaufry (frozen indeed in liquid nitrogen and permissably consumed only with a purpose-built utensil designed by Chef himself) that is culinary fashion. Multiple rosettes and crossed knives and forks all round.

By: Brit

Brit — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 23:33:52 +0000

Now there speaks a man who divides his time between London and Paris.

In the period it has taken for the capital’s Black Forest Gateaux to go out of fashion, come back in ironically, come back in post-ironically, come back in as cubes poached in liquid nitrogen, come back in as a savoury starter using offal, and go out again completely, here in the provinces we’ve just worked out it tastes even better if you defrost it first.

By: Joey Joe Joe Jr.

Joey Joe Joe Jr. — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 22:38:43 +0000

Windfarms are too many too tally!
cried Brit, O! What a folly!
But though they abound
He’s now come around
And thinks they’re quite pretty, actually.

By: Brit

Brit — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 21:26:24 +0000

True dat, Mary.

By: Mr Slang

Mr Slang — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 19:41:43 +0000

My food guru (need I really name him?) informed me long years ago that a truly monster pepper grinder is known to the trade as a Rubi. As in the John Bindon of Dominican playboys: Porfirio Rubirosa and his monstrous member. I note that this fact is now included in his wikipedia entry (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porfirio_Rubirosa) but it woz Meades wot told it. All that said, do those who can still afford to dine out actually encounter such grinders (pun wholly intended) any longer? Dead as yesterday’s black forest gateau, surely.

By: Mary

Mary — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 17:41:08 +0000

I managed to stick with the first series of Homeland but with no conviction after about Episode 4. I haven’t bothered with the current series.

I finished Treme second season too. I was waiting for something to happen.

On the other hand, so much happens in Breaking Bad that one episode can drain you for the rest of the week.

By: David

David — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 17:00:15 +0000

Man, don’t y’all have your own television to watch. I, for example, have the first episode of the new season (or “series” as we highbrows call it) of Downton Abbey on my DVR waiting to be watched. That Sir Julian fellow, much like Shakespeare, doancha’no.

By: malty

malty — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 16:59:02 +0000

As most of the land in the Scottish Borders belongs to toffs, the propellers on stalks are erected in large numbers. Soutra, the high point on the A68, south of Edinburgh is awash with the end result of the metro chattering classes efforts. The admiralty grey eyesore can be seen from any point on the Lammermuir hills, setting for the Walter Scott novel, Lucy of the Lammermuirs and subsequent Donizetti Opera, Lucia di Lammermoor. No doubt both Wally and Gaetano will be rotating in their crypts. The collective name for the beneficiaries of the public purse, the renewables sector, fails to mention the fact that their whirring gadgets in Scotland have only produced 20% of their projected figures, concocted to unlock the said purse.

By: malty

malty — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 16:36:01 +0000

Famous Geordie Italians No 1, P. Quadrini, started a chain of disco stroke nightclubs ending with the legendary Tuxedo Princess, based on a clapped out British Rail RoRo ferry. Favourite expression ” ‘eya, me old marra, how much you knocka off for cash.”