Saturday 18 May 2013

Parties. Poo Men and Eurovision


Life is a strange thing full of ups and downs, last night there I was at a posh dimmer (sorry dinner) party of which I will write in a bit and then today I had a slight down. . . . . No not in the way you might think, you see I had popped out to do a little work on the Zombie Defence Ditch which as you know (most know) is connected to the septic tank, well no Zombie is going to climb over that lot. So I thought; OK DAD thought I should check the septic tank to ensure all was well, but I made the error of taking one step backwards and sort of fell downwards in the septic tank in a sort of YUCK way. So today I became a Poo Man, I now know why you seldom see Poo men because other folk have a habit to either running away or turning cold nose (hose) pipes on you shouting “AAAAAAUuuuuuuuuuugggggHHHHH go away it’s a monster . . .IT'S  Poo MAN” . It appears that the life of a Poo Man is not all it is cracked up to be (I can’t help but feel there is a terrible joke in that statement somewhere).




OK enough on that I will return to last night which was very good and we all had a lovely evening and it was great food, a really interesting curry that was an Indonesian favourite of the host from her days in the grand palaces of Indonesia. I did have a couple of problems one was the interesting Indonesian serving implements which involves a special technique in order not to appear to throw curry at the person sitting next to you. Luckily the person sat next to me was very good at using them but unluckily for them I was not. Then I was faced with two knifes and a spoon one side of the plate and a fork the other and a fork and a spoon at the top of the plate, a configuration of cutlery I have not seen before. But luck was on my side as the others had by now been distracted by the person next to me who was covered in curry.

What was also rather cool is the house was full of Indonesian furniture and we had to light a candle for a little God (a God of good fortune and money) whose name I can’t remember. It was a small painted god about two foot high but the host told us that is was painted in order that it could be shipped home OK without any agro as it was made of gold and shipping solid gold Gods about can cause a bit of bother with customs and the like. It still looked cool though even though it still had its paint job, done back in the streets on Indonesia.

Anyway as I said it was a great meal and we finally got home sometime around two in the morning. And I did not see Steven Spielberg; I think he might have been concerned his nice white jacket would end up covered in curry.

OOooooooooo finally it is the Eurovision Song Contest tonight so I am predicting the UK will do rubbish based on two facts; one the UK song will be terrible (I have not heard it yet so it must be), the UK has produced some really bad songs of late and then folk wonder why we come last. The second fact is the rest of Europe don’t like us so no one would vote for us even if we had a good song . . . . . Please note I can write this before it all starts because these facts are a dead certainty or my name is not Rumblestilskin. 

16 comments:

  1. With that many utensils, I just get scared and reach in my coat pocket for a straw, a big one, both in diameter, and length, or and both times 1.5, it also makes alot of noise.

    I am veRy sleep y so I am headed back to bed. I did make a great soup, but the disherwasher had failed, so I had to start it again. I did get to talk to my mother earlier and we laughed a whole bunch, mebbe even one and a half bunches. One of the cryptogram puzzles had the word mebbe in it today:

    "They say a reasonable amount o' fleas is good fer a dog -- keeps him from broodin' over bein' a dog mebbe." by Edward Noyes Westcott

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    1. I am interested in the great soup you made in the dishwasher, I have heard of people doing things like this before, like boiling eggs and the like. . . . . .

      Maybe it would be interesting to take your own utensils to use when you go out for a meal. I may try and at some point and gauge public reaction.

      Hope you get a good Sleep Mr ESB.

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    2. I have told you that I have my own supply of BBQ sauce at the diner, and I do take my own container of freshly chopped up red beLL pepper when I am going to have a chicken fajita salad. Oh, the soup and dishwasher were two un-weLL separated projects. I was out of a can of diced tomatoes, so I made Uncle Ern's World Famous Soup using a 50:50 mix of buffalo and pork sausage. Oh, I added a little diced up jalapeno pepper today.

      Link to Uncle Ern's World Famous Soup

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    3. Will be back to investigate tomorrow Mr ESB. . . . .

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    4. When I was out visiting friends for dinner yesterday, the host told us that when she lived in Indonesia the locals made a soup using the wings of flying ants. I searched Google but with no luck. I think I would prefer your soup.

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    5. My Advice To All Indonesians: If you are somebody's aunt and you notice that the wings of your airplane are gone, suspect aLL nieces and some nephews of making aluminium soup with a touch of titanum. If you have no aeroplane which the wings could be con-fist-cated, then check your own arms each morning to be sure they have not been fed to soup-sters, especiaLLy during soup season. Arm(s) are sometimes interpreted as wing(s).

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  2. I have come close to falling into our septic tank TWICE! (you'd think I'd learn - but oooh no!) I even have a nice little scar on my leg where I landed on the edge as I managed to grab the sides before I drowned.
    Dangerous things those septic tanks.

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    1. Luckily our tank is small as it only has the house to deal with so my head would always be above the nice crusty surface. So as long as I do not try to pull my socks up by mistake I am OK. It would not be a nice way to go so I have secured the top again now.

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  3. That sounds like quite a night Rob Z. I recently sat down to a Eritrean feast and may have consumed my entire body weight in home cooked delicacies. I love tasting traditional dishes from far away places. But home cooked is always much better than restaurant cooked...though you can't beat a good take-away.

    Ah Eurovision. Best songs so far Malta, The Netherlands,(my fav) Greece and Hungary. The Lil man however, is currently hiding behind the sofa, having been traumatized by the Romanian entry. But you're right, every other country hates us, so no matter how well Bonnie does, we're never gonna win. :)

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    1. Well done Miss Lily for watching it is a bit of a tradition here and we grin and bear it come what may. I rather like the weird songs. And I must admit the UK one was not as bad as I was expecting but it was never going to win and was doomed from the start of voting.

      OK it is late almost tomorrow so I need to go

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    2. "Wow! Impressive drawing Mr Z!

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  4. Great post, I think the Eurovision is gone political in the past few years. I watched some of it got bored and turned it off.

    Yvonne.

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    1. Yes the voting has certainly got very political, but I think a lot of countries realize it does not matter. Winning is a bit of a poison challis as it involves rather a lot of expense so secretly most would rather not win.

      And it can get rather boring but it gave me time to draw the picture to add to the post after it ended.

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  5. I have come back to look at the picture in detail - WOW! That is really good and quite scary. Is it just my fragile mind going loopy or is there a daemon on the left side telling me to eat all rich tea fingers in the cupboard.

    Wowzers. good work Rob.

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    1. Thank you for the compliment Mr H and there is a demon on the left hand side(Ooo that makes me think of that song 'Pass the demon on the left hand side'); and he is saying eat all rich tea fingers in the cupboard.

      It is an interesting picture because I was planning to draw an all girl backing group but it went wrong. I really did not fancy starting again as I use a ball point pen so I just did the scribbly background and let things just emerge out of the fog.

      The demon was going to a girl doing a sort of jig and smiling but she turned into a demon, I think this tells us something about the Eurovision Song Contest.

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