It’s been a few days since I last updated my site. Nothing much of interest has happened, hence the absence of blogging activities.
My parents have not returned back to England so I still have to cook for myself using ingredients that have either been grown, found or foraged. I seem to be managing well.
Monday night I managed to cook pie & chips, yesterday I cooked a healthy dish of pasta & sauce and this evening I went for a takeaway pizza to eat while watching the football.
I must be doing something right. So far I have managed to avoid burning the flat down, giving myself food poisoning or gaining/losing any noticeable weight from a malnourished diet.
Yesterday I went to the park to play football with Simon (the now infamous T2000 and my personal “Mr. Motivator” trainer) and a group of other friends who like to ride bikes and drink beer.
While Simon and I played with the ball in the pouring rain, the others stood under the trees and drank. I was not impressed. I went to the park for a game, rain is not an excuse for avoiding football. Imagine if a five year old Wayne Rooney had given up on playing due to the shit English weather.
Moving on, I am on a training course at work for the next 2-3 weeks. The plan is to teach me the administration side of my organisations IT system which the government have spent billions of pounds on nationwide. Fingers crossed this training may one day lead to an improved contract, if not it’s something else for the old CV and makes a change to my everyday job for a short while.
I was displeased with the Leeds result today. Throwing it away in the dying minutes (again!) is maddening and enough to make one vomit blood with rage.
Still, Liverpool are currently beating Chelsea which pleases me. Even if Chelsea turn the game around and win, it is still funny to see José Mourinho and the jellied eel eating, cockney wide boy Chelsea fans sweating under the collar.
The game must be a dilemma for my friend Dan though. A self-proclaimed life-long Chelsea fan, I have heard from many sources that he was once a red loving Liverpool supporter. An accusation Dan fiercely denies.
If the scousers continue to dominate and win this game, will Dan make a U-turn, dig out the Candy Liverpool strip from the bottom of the wardrobe and become a red again?
C’mon Liverpool, finish off the blue scum.
As I write this blog it has just gone midnight. The fucking internet has gone down so I will have to upload it in the morning, if service has indeed returned by then. If you are reading this message I now have internet…
I have had no luck with the Thai Bridge service and the kidnap of Gordon Ramsey seems to have failed, so I have resorted to eating out while my main source of food (parents) are away on holiday. This evening I went to Nandos.
Nandos can always be counted upon to make nice food and even though I have the same meal every time I go, it never gets boring. My order for the evening was, as always half a chicken, chips and spicy rice.
It seems you can never get enough of Nandos, although saying that, if you ever walk into the restaurant and the waitress greets you like an old friend instead of asking “Have you been to Nandos before?” you know there is cause for concern. You know it’s really serious when they give you a calendar at Christmas. I’ll let you know later on the year if I receive one for 2007.
After that I went back to my flat and watched Clerks on DVD with Mr. Watkins. A cult film that he is a big fan of, but I had never seen before. It was OK and raised a few laughs from myself. I have seen some clips of the sequel and that does look very funny!
Leeds United are on TV at lunchtime against Crystal Palace. I gave up predicting Championship games a long, long time ago, especially when Leeds are involved, so who knows what the outcome will be, hopefully 5-0 Leeds. Simon is coming to watch it with me after I tolerated his Arsenal game midweek. He can share in my joy if Leeds win and wipe away my tears if Leeds lose.
Finally, the very best of luck to Liverpool against Chelsea in the Charity I mean Mickey Mouse, I mean Community Shield this afternoon. Let your victory be the first of many defeats for Chelsea this season.
… fuck it, I’ll upload now through my mobile’s 3G connection. Damn you PlusNet!!!
Nandos of Bath. It’s just like being in Portugal, only without that c**t Ronaldo.
I ate all my chicken. I wanted more. I cried. Then I saw I had SPICY RICE!!!
Last night Mr. Watkins and I went to The Globe pub for dinner, that same place we went last week. I didn’t go for the chicken pie this time, instead I ordered what The Globe does best, Hunters Chicken.
For those out there who have not had the privilege of tasting this dish, you are missing out. Hunters Chicken is a succulent chicken breast wrapped in bacon and served in a bowl of rich & creamy barbecue cheese. This is accompanied by smooth, cheesy mashed potato and vegetables.
The last time I tried Hunters Chicken was last year. It was disappointing. The bacon and chicken were both overcooked and the sauce way below standard. I am pleased to say that last nights offering was far superior and back to its original and delicious standard. The chef from last year had obviously been sacked for devastating a previously superb delicacy.
After dinner it was back to my flat for a brief stint of 2 player GoldenEye before driving into Bristol to watch a film at The Showcase. This week I chose the film. We decided to watch Jack Black’s new movie, Nacho Libre.
The film did not disappoint. It was one of the funniest movies I have seen in a long, long time. The whole plot, scenes and acting were stupid, but stupid in a good way.
Like The South Park or Austin Powers movies, Nacho Libre knew it was daft and that the storyline could have been written by a dyslexic 10 year old, but it was produced in such a way that the bizarre scenes worked to its advantage.
Another great thing about last nights visit to the cinema was the Ice Blasts. Normally a hefty £2.70 each, there is a promotion being run at The Showcase where if you buy one large Ice Blast, you get another for £1. As Watkins and I ALWAYS have Ice Blasts, this means buying two. The reduced costs of the frosty treats meant that we could have another at the films half way period. Mmmm… they taste so good, just don’t think about what all those E numbers and colourings are doing to my insides.
Both my parents are away next week. OK, I don’t live with them anymore, but I still go there most evenings. A little sad you may say, but think about it – a slap up meal cooked for you, free of charge. I’m onto a winner.
The problem now is feeding myself for the next week or so. Earlier in the week I went shopping at Sainsbury’s where I bought a selection of pizzas, pastas and pies – all part of a healthy diet. Hopefully these will see me through most of the week.
However what if my food supply runs out? I could start cooking meals where the ingredients have been grown, found or foraged, that doesn’t sound too tasty and could well kill me.
One thought I had is to find someone else to cook for me. Some ideas I currently have in mind…
– Buy a Thai Bride. I couldn’t find any on eBay, but after a quick search on Google they’re readily available. I only really need one for a week to cook so after the seven days have passed I can send her back home before her British passport arrives and we marry.
– Register on a dating website. In my profile I will order “1x woman. Trainee chef. Will not all anyone else to cook. Likes football”
– Kidnap Gordon Ramsey. We can have a laugh at what a twat Jamie Oliver is while he cooks me a pork casserole from his pet pigs he slaughtered on TV the last week.
– Call The Red Cross.
Any other ideas or offers of free food are most welcome.
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