Cakes!

Everyone Loves Cakes, Don't They?
     Except maybe Oliver Cromwell, and even he used to put jam on his toast.
     I mention cakes because Anna produced a book of cupcake recipes at work, and, having been known to throw a bit of batter about, I perused and discovered some intriguing recipes - Maple and Bacon, Squished Witch, Pink Flamingo, Brain ("Who'd eat those!" exclaimed Sophie  "Kids!" replied Conrad).  Anna, artistically gifted, stated that the best thing about cupcakes was decorating them.  Conrad, artistic as gravel, stated that he avoided decorating wherever possible.
     I do have a secret cake-decorating weapon, which is down in the kitchen.  Allow me a minute, dear reader -

The cake gun, primed and ready for action

The cake gun, rendered harmless

All you have to do is imagine it loaded with an icing mix and Hey Pesto!  Ready to go!
     If you pointed it at Ollie you might get him to eat a cupcake, even.

Limoncello
     I was moved hastily along by Mr Hand when I tried to go into more detail about this digestif on Saturday.  Those of us who had chosed the Christmas menu at Pizza Express were given a shot glass of limoncello, which Conrad had never had before.
     "Surpassingly nice!" was the common agreement between tongue and brain as I sipped it.
     Sarah and Mina, sitting opposite, winced, grimaced, retched and displayed all the signs of having swallowed a nasty bit of kit.
     'Great!' thought Conrad.  'I'll drink it for them!'
     Sadly this was not to be.  Both ladies had thrown the drink down in one, then regretted it because, as it turned out, they didn't like limoncello.

You and I are going to get better acquainted, matey.  Oh yes.

The Talisker Atlantic Challenge
     I hope you're keeping up with this event.  You're not?  Faugh a Ballagh!  (which is Gaelic and possibly a challenge as well).
     Here you go:

http://www.taliskerwhiskyatlanticchallenge.com/race-tracker/

     One team has already had to return to harbour thanks to technical problems, and another has been rescued when their boat started to fill with water.  The weather has been especially bad, preventing anyone from moving very far in the past day.
     I hesitate to mention Anna again - she'll be looking for a co-writing credit at this rate - but she said that these crews train for two years before getting behind the oars.  Imagine how gutted you'd feel after two years and your boat sinks on the fifth day.

Fortunately for our boys, Godzilla lives in the Pacific.

Righto!  Time to go pound zombie face with DPM boot!