Actually I forgot, we won last week, we'd better lose tomorrow or risk hostile glares and stares. And I've been reading the BBC News website every day this week in prep :(
Last week, somewhat bizarrely, the landlord came racing after us when we departed. "You have to sign this!" he wheezed, holding out a disclaimer, "if you take food home from the pub!"
I had liberated 8 sandwiches that would otherwise have gone in the bin. Signing the disclaimer means pub cannot be held responsible for any illness arising. It would have taken Conrad too long to explain that he possesses an alien digestive system that cannot be poisoned - so I signed.
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| To you, a deadly poison. To Conrad, a mild aperitif. |
That Zombie Novel
Oh I thought you'd never ask. Up to page 269 and 136,000 words. Uncle Sam's special roving investigator, Max, has flown back into the UK with news from the Continent, most of it very bad indeed. Not for the Danes; Denmark is managing fairly well.
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| Rush-hour Copenhagen at the height of the Zombie Crisis |
BOOJUM!s Barm Brack
I'm going to have a go at a gluten-free version of this tonight, using potato and rice flour with some raising agents. It'll be far too late to add photos for tonight's blog post, so look for the results tomorrow. Normally brack keeps for an age, so we'll see how long it lasts with a different flour base.
The Repercussions of a Little Celebration
I would think twice about hiring the Battle of Britain flight for a celebratory fly-by and to ginger-up your blog a bit. The guard hog has only just finished firing replacement tiles for roofs the BoB flight strafed, which ought to keep the council off my back, and the wolves devoured a dead cow that a farmer was bleating about being machine-gunned, so he's got no evidence. While the guard hog was throwing pottery, I had no choice but to put the hard hog on guard duty, and I think he may have eaten the postman.
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| The hard hog attempting a Miley Cyrus tongue-twerk |
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