This weekend = TCB
Alright, just back from a little weekend trip to Licolnshire to visit Antony, and have some last good times before he departs for the Great White North. Vancouver, namely. Friday I jetted from work, caught the bus into town, met up with Sam and Antony who had been at Sam's house all day watching the cricket and playing Resident Evil at the same time. Two TV's sat next to each other. "We literally had our cake, whilst eating it." But, they managed to hop on my bus a few stops down, with some excellent provisions, including BLT's (my current fav sandwich), pork pie, and sticky buns. (Yes, I eat uncooked T's now, but only in sandwiches. Though don't ask me to eat an uncooked O; the O's are nowhere in sight.)
So, meeting Martin in town, we boarded the train to Lincoln and had our picnic on the way so that when we pulled into the station we were all set for a night out in Carlton-le-Morland (consisting of a post office and a pub other than its residents) and Bassingham, its neighboring village (where the people of Carlton-le-Morland can go to buy a paper). Translation, we tramped up the street to the White Hart, then walked a mile and a half down some windy roads to the something Bugle, then walked a few blocks to the Five Bells for last orders (since pubs all stop serving at 11pm) then, in very merry spirits, walked the coupla miles or so back down the windy roads enjoying the brilliantly starry sky and singing various bits of that "show me the way to Amarillo" song, to Antony's whereupon we all crashed and then spent most of today lounging, doing next to nothing, and watching various crap Saturday afternoon shows while we waited for the flipping rain to clear off so the cricket could start back up. It rained so much today that they only ended up playing for a couple of hours*. Then, it was home again, off to work for Sam, and it's almost bedtime for me! Phew, a hard weekend. The Geddes' were wonderful hosts, though, and their new house is lovely.
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*In assuming that, like me only a couple of weeks ago, my reading audience knows nothing about this insectine game (other than, bat, ball, guys, kinda like baseball) its important to note that a game of cricket can last a really long time, like 5 days. But, its quite interesting, actually, and though I consider it my duty in marrying a sports obsessed nutcase to familiarize myself with his obsessions, I also enjoy doing it and I'm enjoying learning what this game is about. Note, its not really much like baseball other than the previous above-named features (bat, ball, guys). Its fortunate that I got to be here for this summer, as well, since its a summer for the Ashes. And last week when England won the match by just two runs, it was highly entertaining to see Sam bounce all over the living room shouting "TWO RUNS, OH YEAH!" And while we are talking about sports that Sam is obsessed with, his Rams are 3 and 0 so far, which is excellent, and we'll watch them play Cardiff this coming Saturday, yay!
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In other news, the plug which connects my camera to the computer has gone AWOL after I failed to safely tuck it away before the housecleaner came, so I am afraid I have no coverage of the Grider England do. You can trust me, however, that it was an excellent time! It was good to see the Griders again, encouraging and touching to see them renew their vows, and I was so happy that Anna got to come back for a little visit; I know it would be difficult to be away for so long. Also, I'd like to apologize to all of you, but mostly to Poopis herself for the eggregious misspelling of her name, and in such a public forum. So there, sorry!! POOPIS.
So, meeting Martin in town, we boarded the train to Lincoln and had our picnic on the way so that when we pulled into the station we were all set for a night out in Carlton-le-Morland (consisting of a post office and a pub other than its residents) and Bassingham, its neighboring village (where the people of Carlton-le-Morland can go to buy a paper). Translation, we tramped up the street to the White Hart, then walked a mile and a half down some windy roads to the something Bugle, then walked a few blocks to the Five Bells for last orders (since pubs all stop serving at 11pm) then, in very merry spirits, walked the coupla miles or so back down the windy roads enjoying the brilliantly starry sky and singing various bits of that "show me the way to Amarillo" song, to Antony's whereupon we all crashed and then spent most of today lounging, doing next to nothing, and watching various crap Saturday afternoon shows while we waited for the flipping rain to clear off so the cricket could start back up. It rained so much today that they only ended up playing for a couple of hours*. Then, it was home again, off to work for Sam, and it's almost bedtime for me! Phew, a hard weekend. The Geddes' were wonderful hosts, though, and their new house is lovely.
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*In assuming that, like me only a couple of weeks ago, my reading audience knows nothing about this insectine game (other than, bat, ball, guys, kinda like baseball) its important to note that a game of cricket can last a really long time, like 5 days. But, its quite interesting, actually, and though I consider it my duty in marrying a sports obsessed nutcase to familiarize myself with his obsessions, I also enjoy doing it and I'm enjoying learning what this game is about. Note, its not really much like baseball other than the previous above-named features (bat, ball, guys). Its fortunate that I got to be here for this summer, as well, since its a summer for the Ashes. And last week when England won the match by just two runs, it was highly entertaining to see Sam bounce all over the living room shouting "TWO RUNS, OH YEAH!" And while we are talking about sports that Sam is obsessed with, his Rams are 3 and 0 so far, which is excellent, and we'll watch them play Cardiff this coming Saturday, yay!
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In other news, the plug which connects my camera to the computer has gone AWOL after I failed to safely tuck it away before the housecleaner came, so I am afraid I have no coverage of the Grider England do. You can trust me, however, that it was an excellent time! It was good to see the Griders again, encouraging and touching to see them renew their vows, and I was so happy that Anna got to come back for a little visit; I know it would be difficult to be away for so long. Also, I'd like to apologize to all of you, but mostly to Poopis herself for the eggregious misspelling of her name, and in such a public forum. So there, sorry!! POOPIS.
posted by Laura Negus at 2:09 PM
5 Comments:
Apology accepted.
~Poopis
m, actually it's been two draws and a win so even though American terminology doesn't apply, let's call it 1-2 and 0.
-Super Derby.
After all the problems with cricket were eliminated we had invented a sport the entire world could enjoy and understand--in one day no less!!!!!
The poopis gives said author a thumbs up, much like Nero in the famed Christian v. Lion amphitheatre days.
three cheers for uncooked T's!!!!!!!!!!!"
Uncooked T = Nectar of the Gods
G.W. Bus
uh, Os are the devilist devil food. wretched, unless used with most delicate care, and thoroughly cooked. or deep-fat-fried. Ts, however, especially raw, are delicious, savory fruits....oh, that reminds me! try this for an okie appetizer:
drizzle a bit of balsamic vinegar and olive oil over pieces of thick sourdough (or the bread of your choosing). lay slices of tomato on the bread, and cover with whole basil leaves. sprinkle with crushed sea salt, a bit of ground coriander, and top it off with soft cheese (I use goats, or a good moz). pop them into the broiler for a moment; until the cheese starts to melt and brown, enjoy.
this recipe moment brought to you by the letters A, M, and the Splendid Table.
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