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Sep. 3rd, 2007
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Sep. 3rd, 2007 10:45 amAnybody who wants to be jealous of me for being at the first date of the Ross Noble tour can, because it was ( brilliant. ) (He's doing a night in Sheffield and two at the Hammersmith Apollo, seats may still be available...)
Halp! Glut!
Sep. 3rd, 2007 01:11 pmI could survive a fortnight's siege at the moment. It's like doing a logic puzzle; if the rare breed sausages, purple goat stew [1], pea soup and smoked eel all need eating up quickly, the chorizo, eggs, pumpkin and smoked trout aren't getting any younger either, the damsons want turning into a crumble and the Victorias are getting squishy, and more blackberries are coming on every day, and the freezer is only a single shelf, what will end up being wasted? (Luckily the local bacon will last for a good long time.)
All in all, it's a good thing I decided against having any of the rowan berries we walked across a Giant Sucking Bog Of Death [2] for, they would probably lead to the pot of jelly that would break the camel's back.
[1]Made with red wine and beetroot. I expect it was just an ordinary-coloured goat.
[2]Oh, all right, a Small Sucking Bog Of Losing Shoes. It was a lovely walk! Perfectly dry most of the way. There was a caterpillar, and a feather, and several scornful sheep, and wonderful views, and a fresh breeze, and just this one teeny-weeny morass. Well, only one I actually got stuck in.
All in all, it's a good thing I decided against having any of the rowan berries we walked across a Giant Sucking Bog Of Death [2] for, they would probably lead to the pot of jelly that would break the camel's back.
[1]Made with red wine and beetroot. I expect it was just an ordinary-coloured goat.
[2]Oh, all right, a Small Sucking Bog Of Losing Shoes. It was a lovely walk! Perfectly dry most of the way. There was a caterpillar, and a feather, and several scornful sheep, and wonderful views, and a fresh breeze, and just this one teeny-weeny morass. Well, only one I actually got stuck in.