That is, literal and metaphorical. I should explain to those of you who are not native to the Allotment of Eden*. "Gamey" or "Gamy" is used of meat that has a high flavour, usually after being left to hang for a while, like pheasant or grouse, and I imagine you'd grouse at the flavour, too.
Also, if left long enough in the fridge, any meat will not only be gamey, it will also take on unpleasant hues such as - green. I should perhaps qualify that as merely "hues" for is not one man's poison another man's carefully matured meatloaf? Art?
Here's haslet, which has been brewing silently in the fridge for nearly 3 weeks, and which if exposed to the atmosphere would probably grow legs and attempt to take over the world**.
Of course, none of this scrivel has anything to do with what follows. Intro over, let us proceed.
"The Green Man"
There you go, you can't miss what I did there. Unless you suffer from colourblindness, in which case just take it as read that I've been frightfully clever and all that.
I think I've already bemoaned missing the end of this "Midsomer Murders" film-length episode.
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| Nigel Green. Nothing to do with the TV episode, but you have to admire that awesome beard. |
In TGM we have not one but three murders within a few days, plus one from 40 years previously. Really, if the denizens of the Cotswolds did each other in at this rate in real life, Southern England would be a traumatised totally tumbleweed terrain of terror. Totally.
Anyway, I found out who the modern day killer was, and it was an anti-climax of Scooby-Doo villain proportions.
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| Series star John - ART! |
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| Series star John Nettles. Looking very serious. Prickly. Even a bit nettled - |
Here's the second part of that title reference. Thanks to being a settee-bound dogsitter I have been binge-watching this series. Also "Archer", which is equally NSFW.
Back to being Gamey. Here is what I wrote earlier:
"Dear Diary,
despite a sizeable slice of life spent amongst the Wildlings, still my heart yearns for - Bagpipes. Because we haven't had any. In fact the Wildlings do not appear to have any music of any kind to help pass the time in their miserable frozen semi-squalid existence. Obviously one would not expect them to erect a 3 manual 30 stop pipe organ in their Arctic tundra tent-city, yet they possess not even so much as a reed whistle nor a pot drum. One supposes that they sit around the campfire and fart tunes, in the key of C flat(ulence)."
Conrad also wonders what they eat. Ice cream? Each other? Baked stones?
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| "You! You were off-key! C flat, remember?" |
Bathos, Thy Name Is Bus Poster
Nothing to do with Balneomania, which is an excessive and unhealthily frequent attachment to taking baths. "Bathos" probably has a Greek root but I'm on a schedule here and don't have - because Bake Off is on at 8 p.m. is why! - I don't have time to look it up and post about it. It means going from the sublime to the ridiculous, so there.
Where was I?
Oh yes, bus posters. Sitting on the settee means I get to see all the 409 buses that pass by the window (we won't mention the 24 as it's a waste of time), sporting all their posters. So -
"Lucifer": with the tagline "In the city of angels, he isn't one." Hmmm, okay, a bit of devilry, eh? Temptation, vice, sin, sex, drugs, co-educational knitting circle, rock 'n' roll and a bit of well-tempered harpsichord. Thriling stuff!
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| Matchless |
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| Probably far better than this film farrago |
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| Ah yes. Human 2.0 times limbs |
"CV Library": Ah yes. Curriculum Vitae. What the South Canadians call a "Resume". Too dull to comment on, especially given the foregoing. If I lw
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* Sorry for you, Conrad is.
** It would fail. Only legs, you see. No mutually opposable digits.
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