Saturday, April 17, 2010

I assemble some random information in a freestyle format

Yes, it is Saturday. Today is exciting. Why? Because the badges have arrived. (And it is Saturday.)

Here is my woollen effigy wearing them both: how smart I look! How elegant! How ... ready for inaction!

Anyone who emailed asking for one: they will be dispatched this week, possibly with a note hand-written by me; possibly not. (I love a great many things about Canada, but Canada Post is not one of them, so do not expect them before August.)

If anyone else would like one, I am sorry to say that I won't have any left after I have sent out those that have already been requested, but the good news is that you may order them yourselves at my online repository of tat. (For every badge you buy, I make 15 cents, so see yourselves as sustaining me through this period of literal non-workingness.)

In other news, on Monday I said goodbye to a magnificent visitor - the lovely Anna of Little Red Boat. We had quite the adventure(s), I must tell you, documented in very little detail below, but all this is as nothing compared to her endless patience and idea-giving ref. all kinds of things. Bref (as they say in some French-speaking countries), if my photographs suddenly look better, if I start doing animation things, etc, it is because of her idea-head. On top of this, in her real life she is actually a proper writer and an excellent guest. Anyway, here are some pictures of some stuff:

Is it an egg or isn't it?

Montreal on a gloomy day is rubbish, unless your walk ends with a bloody chocolate egg that looks exactly like a real egg for 30% off!!!

Boiled Egg. OR IS IT?

**The bloody page break link is not always showing, so if you want to see more hot snaps, press smartly on the header to this post.**


Flea market of doubt

The Magic of the St-Eustache Flea Market

On the other hand, the 'entertainment' can't be sniffed at. As you will see, I stopped filming once the dancing lady clocked my interest.




Down the sugar shack

Read what Anna says. After (or before) you have done that, look with your eyes at this lot: those curly fat things are Oreilles de Crisse (Christ's Ears, oh yes), and they are evil and delicious. (NB: I think the 'pork jowls' part of the Wikipedia definition is bollocks, unless pork jowls are made out of deep fried strips of pork skin.)

The Magic of the Sugar Shack

That is quite enough of that for one day; now I must get dressed (it is 11.56am) and go to the shop, where I will buy some food to cook. There will be more to follow on this; we are following not a 'diet' as such, but a very interesting idea that a friend of mine had that is remarkably simple but I think effective. We shall see!

Pip pip

NWM

11 comments:

NON-WORKINGMONKEY said...

I think it's "despatched", not "dispatched", isn't it?

Lord Philth said...

Once, I ate a packet of pork scratchings in a pub in Salford. The pork scratchings still had hairs on and what seemed to be the remnants of a tattoo. This was several weeks after "Vinegar Vera" disappeared. A coincidence perhaps?

NON-WORKINGMONKEY said...

Not necessarily. I particularly like the detail of the tattoo. But did they explode with a liquid strangeness? That is what I remember of pork scratchings: sort of like liqueur chocolates, but made of pig fat. The ears of Christ are far more delicious, don't you think, like if you trimmed the rind off a bit of Sainsbury's back bacon. I feel homesick all of a sudden.

Lord Philth said...

Oh stop. I'm fillin' up. Time to crack open a can of Boddies. Care to join me in a virtual toast to Blighty and all its cream crackers with cheese and Branston pickle; Heinz vegetable soup; custard creams; boiled eggs with soldiers; Viz; crisps (cheese and onion, Bovril and ketchup); Mars bars (sucked); smarties; pickled onions at Christmas; pork pies at Christmas too; toast; crumpets...more homesick yet?...decent telly; jokes; "havin' a laugh; Ibiza (not Blighty but it seems like it in July and August) etc....

Lord Philth said...

I forgot to mention "slappers"

NON-WORKINGMONKEY said...

Am actually tearing up. But check this shit out: tonight I made fucking roast beef (Nigel Slater recipe, like I fucking needed one, duh) and fucking Yorkshire pudding (fucking out of my head, that's how English I am). Also now on the Galaxie 80s is "The Whole of the Moon" by the Waterboys. More tomorrow, when I am not sobbing into a 5 month old copy of The Observer.

Lord Philth said...

Oh Jesus no. I'm 'kin suicidal maintenant. Decent newspapers, yes. I almost lick the pink ink off my FT on Saturdays. I don't know what it is, but since following your blob - thanks by the way for the giggles - I have become seemingly sentimental. Out came my CDs today. Roxy Music, James, The Charlatans, The Stone Roses, The Lightening Seeds (I don't know if i spelt that properly,; I'm a bit pissed at the moment due to a mixture of gin and tonic) and many more..Too nermous in fatc to mention but I'm sure you know them. You couldn't slip a yorkshure pud in the mail could you 9ith union groovy? Fuck...
"And so it went downhill rapidly". "Lordphilth, normally composed and rational, sucumbs (sp?) to the evils of drink, late nights and frottage" "Shall we say good night to him boys and girls?" "Shall we?"Good night Lordphilth. Fuck off to bed"

Lord Philth said...

I went to a cabane a sucre once. I felt sick afterwards. The maple beer with pig bum hole chasers was enough for me. Oh and don't get me started on that shit they eat.....what is it called...cretons?..no..poutine..yes..that's it. Poutine. Vom-o-rama. I stuck my finger up my nose once - I think this is where poutine comes from. Not my nose (mine's normally dead clean). Other people's noses. Frankly, it's vile and reminds me of ectoplasm. I'm going to have a lie down.

Beleaguered Squirrel said...

My mum makes something that looks like those ears. She calls them bacon mouthfuls. They are yummy.

Beleaguered Squirrel said...

Oh arsicles, yet another empty white space instead of a film. I am even sadder!

I might need a new computer.

Beleaguered Squirrel said...

Oh!

I thought I was reading two posts - the first having religious pork fat ears and the second having a blank space instead of a film - but now I realise they were all one post.

I just thought I'd better say, in case you were confused by me writing 2 comments, one relating to a later part of the post, and one to an earlier. You probably didn't even notice or care. But you might have done. So there you go.

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