Trust you and your gutterlike minds. BOOJUM! is SFW, I keep telling you; if we use the word "bloody" that's because we're knee-deep in gore -
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| More gore |
- and I make a point of ensuring that any female (or male) form is well-covered, plus we have an Official Swear - "Dog Buns!" - and an unofficial one - "Birdsweat!" and we use the acronym "WOE" rather than that cruder one "WTF", so -
Where was I? O yes - FCOJ. I can't be bothered to add in all the full stops. It stands for "Frozen Concentrated Orange Juice".
Here an aside. FCOJ is a traded commodity on the ICE stock exchange, because it's far easier to store and transport than freshly-squeezed OJ. Brazil and Florida between them have the global market in OJ cornered; 90% of Florida's oranges go to make OJ of one sort or another.
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| Sinister South Canadian Citrus Selection |
That's not what I wanted to bang on about, however. You see, I have a recipe for a Yoghurt and Orange Cake that I've not made for many many years, since it calls for a fair amount of FCOJ to be mixed into the batter. Can you find FCOJ here in the Pond of Eden? No, you cannot! The last time I bought it was probably at least a decade ago, at Sainsbury's, and none of the UK supermarkets now stock it. Art?
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| Thus |
Some South Canadians exiled here have been looking for it to make a cocktail; well, they can't get it, so there are two solutions: 1) Freeze normal orange juice, then allow it to thaw, keeping the ice separate or 2) Boil normal orange juice to reduce it by at least half, preferably down to a quarter.
I would prefer the latter, as it seems quicker. Of course, the whole house would stink like an explosion in an orange grove, which might get me into trouble. Still - Yoghurt and Orange Cake!
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| Of course, I can't have any <sad face> |
Now, time to make the motley run behind a 747's engines as it prepares to take off!
Mister Davis' Drainpipe Of DEATH!
I'd not come across this particular piece of death-dealing delinquency before, and it predates what I'd thought was the very first recoilless rifle by decades. Art?
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| "Say hello to my whacking enormous friend" |
This is the Davis Recoilless Gun, where an equal mass of vaseline and lead balls was propelled rearwards as the shell came whizzing out the front end - equal and opposite reactions and Sir Isaac Newton and all that. This matters because, with practically no recoil, you don't need a great big hydraulic mechanism to absorb the recoil, nor buffers to bring the gun back in trim, meaning it's light enough to mount on an aircraft.
It was used by the South Canadian Navy in the First Unpleasantness, against Zeppelins and U-Boats, though for the life of me I can't find out what kind of performance it put up.
There you go, now we are all better informed.
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| Somewhere hot |
It's a good job I went down to check the Groaty Dick, it had practically boiled dry. I've added some more water and shall leave it for another hour, since the minimum cooking time is supposed to be four hours. The groats have bulked up nicely, and you may get a photograph tomorrow. No sniggering at the back there!
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| Let's be clear - this is a Google image, NOT my cooking! |
The Rule Of Four
This used to hold true for the songs John Peel played on his programme: for every four songs one would be dreadful, one would be meh, one would be okay and ONE IN FOUR would be excellent. Except you never knew what order they'd come in.
So, I have just started to listen to the first four bands on the list of Canadian bands and musicians mentioned as being worth listening to on The Flop House Facebook page. Only sixty-four left to check out!
Okay, The Weakerthans, The Tragically Hip, Controller Controller - all very much out of the same mould, discordant guitar rock, nothing very different or original. Sorry, but there it is. Tokyo Police Club, however - yes please! Quirky and outside the box. Art?
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| Proud to be British Americans |
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