I wanna be like you…oo oo

 

What a dreadful day for London. It’s difficult to know what to say without resorting to platitudes or running the risk of offending the people who have been affected. I just pray for God’s solace for the bereaved, healing for the sick, and protection for all Londoners as well as the people in all war zones- in Syria, Libya, Yemen, Iraq, Afghanistan; and provision for all who hunger and thirst, for those affected by famine in Kenya, for the poor and disenfranchised all over the world. There is no comment that I can make about the Westminster attack that could possibly make things better for any of you therefore I have done the only thing I can which is to try and make you smile a little bit. Babies don’t know from a gun, and God bless them for it. They make the world a much better place just by being here and gurgling. I think the baby Putin is my favourite, followed closely by baby DeVito.

Hope you all arrive home safe and sound, Londoner or not. I know we will all try to do all the good we can to all the people we can, it’s how we roll.

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Man Bites Dog

The headline in the paper yesterday made me laugh, “Mourinho Fury”. Why this was considered to be newsworthy is a mystery. Mourinho is always furious, it’s his default setting. It’s like having a headline saying Alex Ferguson hates referees or the rain in Spain mainly falls on the plain (note to self – is that true or a truism: must check). Now if I read an article where Mourinho explains that he is just an ordinary human being, nothing special at all about him, and he is one of Wenger’s greatest fans, that would be news. Having thoroughly detested him when he was at Chelsea working for the enemy, he is now the manager of my team– MAN U FOREVER!!!!!! (sorry, it’s a conditioned reflex 🙂 ) and I now have to view the Special One with resigned indulgence. It strikes me that much of the news is not news at all. For example–“Government U-Turn on…..tax credits, fuel surcharge, grammar schools, death tax (nice one by the way, Tories. A sure vote-winner. Dimwits.), Heathrow expansion, the Large Hadron Collider. OK, I made that last one up but you see my point. Yawn, yawn, yawn. Perhaps it’s a cunning plan to bore us all into submission.

Even more annoying from the scientific point of view is the endless stream of ridiculous items puffing some new discovery that will change how we live – in 10 years time. New cure for cancer- in 5 years time. Diabetes reversed- in 5 years time. Statins may be the elixir of life; Clinical trials results expected – in 5 years time. It’s infuriating. I can understand why shameless, grant-hungry scientists spout this nonsense. I don’t understand why papers publish it. Immortality is not an option; if we can extend the average life expectancy to even 90 in the next 100 years, I’ll eat my hat. And yes, I’ll probably still be here to eat it in that case 🙂 It is appointed to man to die once, and after that, judgement. Carpe diem, folks. You won’t come this way again.

On a cheery note, here is a by no means exhaustive list of the things that have been said to cause cancer over the recent past: butter, margarine, butter (again), bacon, toast, crisps, pickles, high heels (not really, just seeing if you are paying attention), water (Bisphenol A in bottled water, oestrogens in tap water. Terrific), petrol, diesel, petrol, diesel again, air (see petrol and diesel), etc etc, ad infinitum. The latest this week was Cheddar Cheese and Cream Cheese. Really? Exactly how much cheese is carcinogenic? A thin slice, 500g, 2 kilos? These idiotic articles are always a bit short on that kind of information. What if I have a bacon and cheese toastie? It’s practically a suicide attempt. Too ridiculous. I won’t live for a 100 years on a kale and quinoa diet; it will only feel like it. And I actually love kale. I leave you with a selection of headlines I’m sure we’d all love to see:

Tony Blair admits: There were no WMDs. I lied.

Miley Cyrus joins local convent.

Government announces ‘We have no idea what to do next.’

Multinational corporation admits lousy profits due to incompetence rather than Brexit.

Israel and Iran announce new trade and culture treaty. Americans pledge to stop saying Eye-ran in line with the rest of the planet.(Just messing with you, my American brethren)

Oh well, we can dream. Have a lovely weekend.

 

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If Wishes Were Horses

Today’s post is dedicated to the memory of my dearest friend, Bunmi Wilkey. So, I have the flu–again. But hang on, I hear you say. Didn’t you already catch the flu virus at Christmas? Shouldn’t you therefore be immune? You’da thunk, right? The worst part has been having to work through it. Dealing with people whilst breaking out in a feverish cold sweat is not a good look. Let’s draw a veil over this hideous episode. But not before I share my latest composition à la Ogden Nash with you:

Pyrexia,

Wrecks ya.

I blame the salmon. Apparently, all our salmon is toxic! Eek!! It’s all pumped full of emamectin benzoate which sounds thoroughly delicious. Mmmm, that puts the slam in salmon. I would have taken this more seriously if the spokesman from GAAIA (me neither) had managed to refrain from hyperbole. “All salmon is farmed and dangerous.” He’s obviously not getting enough emamectin benzoate 🙂 I’m not scared of emamectin benzoate. In any battle between emamectin and the viruses currently coursing through my system, my money’s on the viruses, the evil little suckers. In the same spirit of hysteria, the paper informed us that there is a ‘fuel price-war’. Yup, Asda is taking 2p off the price of a litre of diesel. So, only £75.80 to fill up a Mini now, rather than £76. Spend that 20p wisely, y’all. You could use it to take all your friends and family to the utterly fabulous THIRDHOME resort in Cabo San Lucas as pictured above. On the gastronomic front, there is some good news. Scientists have apparently been able to ward off post-partum blues by feeding new mothers spinach, blueberries and chocolate. Three of my favourite foods! (Not necessarily together). I have taken the executive decision to omit the totally unnecessary painful childbirth bit, and proceed directly to the eating foods I like bit. AlaraApothecary: Lifestyle advice without 36 hours of labour.

I’ve included some of the dreamy stuff I’ve been looking at lately in this post. If I lived in that Parisian apartment, I’d never leave home. I’d just spend all my time stroking the walls and the furniture. Kinda explains why God has not gifted me that apartment, double drat. However, in my lovely dwelling which I am very lucky to have, I made an excellent Lemon & Pepper Roast Chicken yesterday. Pure ambrosia, no kidding. The secret is to marinade, marinade, marinade. To start any kitchen newbies off on your baby steps, why don’t you try the Charentais Melon Salad courtesy of the geniuses at The Cook’s Atelier:

Charentais Melon Salad with San Daniele and Garden Basil
Serves 63 ripe melons
6 thin slices prosciutto di San Daniele
18 very pretty basil leaves
Sea salt and freshly ground black pepperFor the vinaigrette
1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil.In a small bowl, add the balsamic vinegar and olive oil.  Stir together to form a broken vinaigrette.Cut the melon in half lengthwise, remove the seeds, and slice the melon into 1-inch-thick wedges.  Set aside.Arrange the melon on the salad plate.  Drape a slice of prosciutto over and around them, leaving some of the melon peeking through.  Drizzle with olive oil balsamic vinaigrette.  Scatter the basil leaves on top, and grind a little black pepper over the salad.
It’s guaranteed emamectin-free ………. probably. Have a good one.

 

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She Started It!

The major theme I’ve noticed this week is human folly. My favourite story is about the British Army’s latest recruitment drive. Following the last six or seven debacles instituted by various British governments in various parts of the world, the general public has politely decided to be included out of joining in the multifarious acts of insanity. The DOD has therefore hit on a new recruitment wheeze- you can join the army and enjoy a 3-day week with a guarantee that you won’t be sent to the frontlines. Pure awesomeness – join the army and don’t see the world. My application has of course been sent post-haste. I have also included a request to work flexi-time from home 🙂  What a great gig: it’s the job I’ve been waiting for all my life! What is that sound? Yes, I do believe it’s the Chinese and the Russians falling about with laughter. We will fight them on the beaches, we will fight them from our sofas, as Winston Churchill famously said. I have paraphrased somewhat.

In other news, Banksy has opened the Walled-Off Hotel in Bethlehem. Offering scenic views of the wall Israel built to keep out the Palestinians, it is very high on my anti-bucket list. This is why I always look forward to Banksy’s work. I think this is even better than Dismaland. The pictures and decor of the hotel says more about the craziness of Middle Eastern politics than any earnest 900-page tome could. When I visited Israel, I couldn’t get over how similar the Arabs and Israelis look which makes sense as they are both Semitic peoples. Mind you, their mutual hatred is a playground spat compared to the Christian community in Israel. The different denominations loathe one another so much that the keys of the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem are in the safekeeping of a Muslim. It would be funny if it wasn’t so tragic. Emphatically not what Jesus preached, I think we can all agree. I am on holiday soon and hope to stay somewhere like La Reserve (see below), only transplanted to Florence. (It’s my fantasy so I don’t intend to skimp 🙂 ) Sorry, Banksy.

Speaking of people embracing their inner Berserker, I came across a great story about Bette Davis. Having maintained a lifelong feud with Joan Crawford, she still regularly slagged her off to anyone who would listen even after Joan had been dead for ages. Talking to a mutual friend who was attempting to stick up for Joan’s memory a full decade after Joan had died, Bette banged her fists on the table and opined that, “Just because someone is dead, it doesn’t mean that they’ve changed!” Awesome. Now, that’s a woman who knew how to bear a grudge. Don’t let a little thing like death get in the way; you go, girl.

This week has been rich in merriment- I bring you Karl Lagerfeld and Meryl Streep, not to mention the Oscars fiasco. AND, the sun is shining! I leave you with one of my fave jokes:

A man walks into a bar and says “Ouch!”.

Have a terrific, vendetta-free weekend. Pip pip.

 

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