Thursday, October 11, 2007
Senile sessility
Further inspection of the cyclamen reveals that sessility of the last post was twaddle. Dropped flowers masquerading as same.
Readers will however be glad to hear that the State Cement Corporation of Pakistan is keen to get hold of the global added value chain for sanitary ware. Companies able to provide appropriate expertise are invited to apply to a retired colonel. This, courtesy of an advertisement in the social services part of the Guardian.
The same journal also tells us the Devon branch of the youth offenders service is getting fed up with expensive prosecutions of trivial offences. Now while it does seem a little silly to spend, say, £20,000 putting a supervision order on some young hoodie who has emptied someone else's wheelie bin into their front garden, the busies have to remember that the state has a monopoly on law enforcement and anyone adminstering a sharp clip round the ear of said offender is likely to find themselves hauled before the beak as a suspected child abuser. If they want a monopoly, they do have to provide a service. Perhaps we need an Offoff (Office for the supervision of offender service providers) to look after this important matter. It can join Offwat and all the other Offs.
Somebody has gone to a lot of bother to make a crack in a large slab of concrete - or at least something that looks very like one. It comes with a lot of pretentious twaddle about how the crack symbolises the gap between the rich west and the starving aids orphans in Ruanda. Or some such. Perhaps appropriate that the arty folk have seen fit to install the thing in Tate Modern along with all the other junk in there - and presumably pay a lot of money for it into the bargain. A symbol of the differant sort is the large chimney above Tate Modern which makes the whole thing look rather like a giant crematorium - the top of which is just visible against the evening sky as seen from inside the Globe Theatre. Which, of course, is what it was in its days as a small power station - a giant furnace.
Made use of tomato puree for the first time for a long time yesterday. The context being some steak and kidney, the kidney component of which was not as fresh as it might have been and had arrived at a milk chocolate rather than a Bournville chocolate colour. This meant that the resultant stew was a bit palid and needed darkening up - so in the absence of tomatoes which was first choice I used tomato puree. This gave the stew an interesting texture, rather like that of a curry but without the spice. And the rather strong tomato taste rather obscured the kidney taste and smell - which the rather large number of people who do not care for either might regard as a good thing. So one had the slightly odd experience of chomping down on the odd lump of kidney, with the usual texture but without much taste of kidney and without the preparation offered by the usual kidney flavoured gravy. But not bad all the same.
Readers will however be glad to hear that the State Cement Corporation of Pakistan is keen to get hold of the global added value chain for sanitary ware. Companies able to provide appropriate expertise are invited to apply to a retired colonel. This, courtesy of an advertisement in the social services part of the Guardian.
The same journal also tells us the Devon branch of the youth offenders service is getting fed up with expensive prosecutions of trivial offences. Now while it does seem a little silly to spend, say, £20,000 putting a supervision order on some young hoodie who has emptied someone else's wheelie bin into their front garden, the busies have to remember that the state has a monopoly on law enforcement and anyone adminstering a sharp clip round the ear of said offender is likely to find themselves hauled before the beak as a suspected child abuser. If they want a monopoly, they do have to provide a service. Perhaps we need an Offoff (Office for the supervision of offender service providers) to look after this important matter. It can join Offwat and all the other Offs.
Somebody has gone to a lot of bother to make a crack in a large slab of concrete - or at least something that looks very like one. It comes with a lot of pretentious twaddle about how the crack symbolises the gap between the rich west and the starving aids orphans in Ruanda. Or some such. Perhaps appropriate that the arty folk have seen fit to install the thing in Tate Modern along with all the other junk in there - and presumably pay a lot of money for it into the bargain. A symbol of the differant sort is the large chimney above Tate Modern which makes the whole thing look rather like a giant crematorium - the top of which is just visible against the evening sky as seen from inside the Globe Theatre. Which, of course, is what it was in its days as a small power station - a giant furnace.
Made use of tomato puree for the first time for a long time yesterday. The context being some steak and kidney, the kidney component of which was not as fresh as it might have been and had arrived at a milk chocolate rather than a Bournville chocolate colour. This meant that the resultant stew was a bit palid and needed darkening up - so in the absence of tomatoes which was first choice I used tomato puree. This gave the stew an interesting texture, rather like that of a curry but without the spice. And the rather strong tomato taste rather obscured the kidney taste and smell - which the rather large number of people who do not care for either might regard as a good thing. So one had the slightly odd experience of chomping down on the odd lump of kidney, with the usual texture but without much taste of kidney and without the preparation offered by the usual kidney flavoured gravy. But not bad all the same.
# posted by Jim @ 4:04 AM 
