30 May 2004 19:41
Re: Grilled lamb
Languages, especialy English, were never my strong suite.
Cornwall isn't alone in having incomers buying all the houses as second homes and hiking the prices so high that the unemployed locals can't afford them. At least you still have something of a fishing industry left. Sadly, in the east they are smiling, out of their brains on dope of one kind or another. Doesn't help that for some mind-bogglingly inexplicaable reason we have an incoming tranche of Liverpudlians.
At the end of the day taking a life for whatever reason is not acceptable. I'd say immoral but that would imply some sort of religious code. BM & I usually end up having to accept that we have different views and that we will never agree.
31 May 2004 14:47
What is your strong suite - MFI or IKEA?
Ah, the scouse bandits. We have that phenomenon down here too. Someone once claimed that it was the 'crim pro quo' for government funding for sociable housing. The relevant area gets the swag but has to use part of the housing to take in a bunch of deportees from some other urban warzone as well as provide for the natives. I think Penzance suffers quite badly from this problem (St. Ives, as you know, has nary for house for scouser, local or billionaire). Can't really comment on whether the deportees have improved their quality of life but judging from the drugs, crime and social problems ravaging Penzance these days I very much doubt whether the locals think this exchange programme has improved the quality of theirs!
Weren't you married to Gary Cooper in High Noon?
31 May 2004 16:47
Don't like pretend furniture. I prefer stuff that was well made from proper wood by craftsmen and has stood the test of time - I can't imagine much of the modern rubbish being around in 2300. Having said that, the straw palliasse on the four-poster does leave something to be desired in the comfort-zone.
So what do houses cost in SI?
Must have been someone else with the same name! Not my type and anyway he's American...
01 June 2004 14:02
Is that as at the dawn of the 24th century or by 11pm tonight? Straw palliasse? Must be a bit of a bugger if you get hayfever!
Not sure to be honest. SI house prices are a bit like quantum physics, i.e. a lot of numbers that have absolutely no meaning or practical relevance to me. I'd be surprised if you found anything under £150,000 and that will be a shoebox with dry-rot. You won't get much change from half a mill if you want something nice. If you can find anything much at all. I think most of the properties doing the rounds are the same ones that get bought up by the out-of-town nouveau riche who then find out how much more it is going to cost them to render the property into an inhabitable second home/holiday let and decide to abandon the project and put the property back on the market. I know of one house in Island Road that is now being renovated after being virtually derelict and passing through about four pairs of hands in three years. 'Course house prices are high and higher in other parts of the country but they tend to have a much higher average salary to compensate. I've seen garages being flogged for £30K down here, that would just about be an affordable mortgage for the average indigenous worker.
Anyway, enough of such cheery thoughts, we've got three coach parties in tonight, a wedding and we're down two chefs so there seems little point worrying about the state of the housing market!
01 June 2004 18:51
24th century, but looking at the state of some of it it would be hard pressed to survive until 10.30 pip emma. Hayfever's no prob now as I've "discovered" a cure - nettle tea and local honey, only problem is the bees haven't yet produced this year's crop of honey and the local apiarist has run out of the 2003 vintage. But if it works it will be a HUGE improvement on the auntie hystamines.
Prices much like round here. Only £30K for a garage! They can fetch a bit more in parts of east angular.
Not much changes then? Where would these establishments be without Jelly? Got to get your priorities right.
01 June 2004 22:42
No wonder you were sizing me up in the Slop. If you could just find a way of squeezing some honey out of that giant bumble bee ..... !
What would you need garages for in East Angler, I thought you all got around in coracles.
The story of my liff. I had the protestant work ethic beaten into me as a child and so find it impossible to refuse to take the extra strain. The trubble is the extra strain has left me with a rigid left achilles and a bruised right foot. I literally don't have a leg to stand on at the minute and am hobbling like a little old man (who has just been run over by stampeding elephants) by the end of the night. The solution is simple: rest. Unfortunately, due to the PWE I can't pull a sickie, they really don't have any cover left.
If I make it to Friday I'm going to have myself stretchered into the Beerfest and I'll order a pint of their finest and two ice-buckets to put my feet in!
02 June 2004 18:20
Didn't think you'd noticed!
'course we need garages... as music venues.
That damned PWE, moi aussi.
.........................like an old man?
Sounds like a good way to chill out on a Friday night.
We're off to t'Suffolk Show tomorrow. Haven't been for more years than I care to admit to, so it will be interesting to see how it has changed since Mafeking night.
03 June 2004 09:17
I didn't until you let slip in a previous e-mu that you had spotted my cunning and undetectable giant bumble-bee disguise. I thought I'd blended in quite successfully with the rest of the Slop clientele!
And is the music performed therein, by any chance, a load of coracles?
OK, ..... older man.
A pity you're so far away, otherwise we could arrange an Agony Exchange Week; your back for my ankle. Last one to curl into a ball and weep wins (and has to go to the bar to fetch the drinks for the rest of the night)!
Friday night? It opens at midday. I expect to be under the table by 12.05pm ..... especially if I trip on the way in. Mind you, I should still be all right provided I end up flat on my back and then they can pour the drinks into me.
Good luck at the Suffolk jamboree, I hear the punch is impressively powerful.
PS. Talking of Mafeking, is there any truth that BM went to the relief of Ladysmith ..... 'cos Lady Smith denied it when I confronted her!
03 June 2004 18:39
T'was BM not I who saw through your disguise. You reminded me of a wasp. Only someone determined to get stung would squeeze one of them.
When in the hands of a bunch of mechanics.
Couldn't we just arrange the AEW so that we curl up ON the bar, then it wouldn't matter who won. I'd be quite prepared to make the exchange on a permanent basis - the back includes both legs to a greater or lesser degree depending... so all that just for a sore ankle would be heaven.
Oh, I just assumed ( dangerous thing, I know) that being so shorthanded you'd be working until late evening.
So were the other heavy horses. We watched a display by the Raptor Trust. A young falcon was flying and was mobbed by Herring Gulls (see, you haven't got them all in SI) but it was too inexperienced to attack them - pity.
PS Now you come to mention it - I did wonder why he came back from a "business trip" knackered but smiling...
04 June 2004 09:14
But wasps are thin (in the middle). Methinks he had quaffed too deeply of the DB that night!
Well, better a guitar than your car in their hands.
It would have to be a very low bar because I'm terrible with heights and have an appalling sense of balance (the two are probably related). My only consolation is that I already have an excuse for falling over before I touch a drop.
Acshually, although it has been a grotesque week up t'Castle, the place actually has ..... proper management! Shocking, I know, after my previous experiences but, believe it or not, with one chef in France on a planned holiday, two in hospital and Yours Falsely only being kept upright by sheer bloody-mindedness they ..... wait for it ..... have brought in reinforcements from another of their hotels. Unbe-bleeping-lievable, eh? Who'd have thunk it? Now that's the sort of lateral thinking solution to the problem that should win awards. I wonder why they never thought of that at the Slop? So (a seer, a female seer), I now have a couple of days off to rest up, let the pills do their work unhindered. The anti-defamatory drugs seem to be working already because the swelling (and pain) is already diminished and I haven't heard a peep from Winwaloe so they seem to be most efficacious on both fronts!
What do you mean? That was the St. Ives Air Force Display Team. I hope that falcon didn't get in the way of their performance.
04 June 2004 17:55
You're losing me here. I thought you were waspy, BM said you resembled a bumble bee.
How can that be when you've negotiated the cliff path to the Tinners? I was walking along some of it sloping inland and not daring to look over the edge..
This is scary mang'ment stuff. Wish I could do the same here - therapists not chefs, although the latter might make life more entertaining. Sorry, I hadn't realised the ankle thing was that serious. Anti-deflamatories don't work with alcohol so you can go to the Beerfest but you'll just have to sit and watch the RT enjoying their pints. 'still someone has to guide them home.
Well, if that's the best the display team can manage........are they ALL heading for the Normandy Beaches? please
05 June 2004 09:14
Yes, you're right. Sorry. Obviously I had quaffed too much of the pills (haven't had a chance to get anywhere near a supply of DB)!
Same technique except I leant right over on to my landward side and undulated along the path like a sidewinder.
I wasn't expecting to get anything to drink at the Beerfest. There's only about 60 beers on and the RT say they have already baggsied the lot!
'Twould appear thusly. However, remarkably few of those who did the actual dying in the original event seem to be planning to attend. Some sort of protest, perchance?
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