What with all this warm weather I thought it was time for BBQ-based creation. I’ve done many things on a BBQ (I can’t be horaced to spell out barbecue, oops just did it) all with mildy boring results (generally I find BBQ food to be like normal food only a bit more burnt).
But then I suddenly remembered from somewhere where someone stuck a can of beer up a chicken’s arse (or is it the neck? Never realy got to grips with which end was which with a plucked de-headed chicken) and decided I had to do that.
So I did.
There’ a great scene in The Godfather where one of the Corleone Family’s henchmen, the apparently genial Clemenza, show’s the film’s antihero, Michael, how to make Italian meatballs.
Have you heard of War Horse? It’s a book, that was turned into a play, that was turned into a film.
My wife (she of the always original, always excellent birthday gifts), treated me to a visit to the New London Theatre (which is at least 40 years old) to see the play.
Amazing. Its about a horse and a boy that end up on the front line in World War I. The boy was played by a boy. Not surprising. But the horse was played by two actors manipulating a massive horse shaped frame; they were brilliant – they made the contraption move like a horse and you actually forgot you weren’t watching an actual horse.
But naturally this blurb is not about the play, the horse, or my 34th birthday (ha! ha!). No this was about the intermission refreshments.
Now the wife is not only an excellent picker of surprises, she also has a handy knack of picking perfect seats; right by the exit, which was right by the loos, which were right by the stairs, which led right to the bar. Perfect! And that’s where we headed at half-time. To purchase this…
Have you heard? The World Cup is upon us. I’m not writing about the World Series (what is that about, World Series, comprising the USA and Canada?) I’m writing about the beautiful game, 22 men on a pitch running around for 90 minutes trying to get a ball in a net.
Only it’s not such a beatiful game if you’re English. It’s been 48 years since we won the World Cup. 48 years. Longer than I have been on this planet. And here I am watching a warm up game; England v Ecuador. Ecuador. Where the hell is that? Not too far from Miami I guess, as that is where they are playing. And losing.