Lola at the Coffee House

It might have been that second ad, spendi. It wasn't the ad, but the car, the styling, that grabbed my attention. I really love that car. I read some reviews, where it's described as "chunky", but that may be part of what appeals to me. Lately, I notice that two-seater roadsters are really grabbing my attention. I admired a Porsche that parked next next to me a few weeks ago. I had no idea what make it was--I had to ask the driver--because you don't really see many like that outside my local supermarket.

And I prefer cars that really move when you step on the gas. The one I drive now, takes a message and gets back to me later when I want to accelerate rapidly. I think I am ready to get myself a new buggy. Unfortunately, my tastes are out-pacing my pocketbook.

Do you think there is such a thing as an "age-appropriate" car? I seem to be moving into my second adolescence.

Well, its not the best logic youre capable of, but you've certainly done more thinking about it Isee. Yes, its very true. I always worry about a species being driven out of its functional domain by unenlightened industrial activity. Weve merely placated one economic need by potentially destroying another all on the back of a much needed insect. By you attempting to make "cutesy" aphorisms about it being mere failed evolution shows how far up your ass your head is wedged .

Ummm....I just read a recipe for smoked bread.

http://dinersjournal.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/06/18/smoked-bread-to-make-at-home/?src=dayp

Now, that sounds interesting. I'd love to taste it, but I'm not sure I really want to try making it just yet. And I wonder what chicken butter tastes like, and if it's flavored with chicken fat.


Wassau, could you find some smoked bread for me, with a little chicken butter to spread on it? And a spinach salad, sans bacon, to go with it? Your cranberry spinach salad would be perfect.

I'm determined to get this page to turn without giving it the naked BUMP.

Okay, here's what I think I might make for dinner, either tonight or tomorrow. Sounds very quick, easy, and tasty.

http://www.yummly.com/recipe/external/Garlic-Cheese-Chicken-Rollups-Allrecipes



And, I'd rather not get into explaining, or demonstrating, the "naked BUMP".

I think it is quite important fm to try to get you to have a discourse with other people as if they are not all pitiful tosspots and stupid wankers as you seem to think anybody who disagrees with you is.

Wasn't it you who ascribed motives to me?

And you know very well that I don't go to the pub for my nightly two pints of 3.8% before 22.40 hours so why are you trying to give readers here the false idea that I'm at the nectar from 17.00 hrs unless you are trying to convey the impression that I'm at it all evening from which it follows that I'm pissed from which it follows that my posts are incoherent. Q.E.D.

You take untoward advantage from the fact that your fellow Americans are loathe to take the side of a Limey.

Science is not your strong point. It's just a book for you to stand on to make yourself look taller.

Evolution theory, clean and concise, is in the Gospels. Darwin is like showing that bricks are efficient building materials by taking a tour round a lot of brick structures. I spotted a version in Jane Austen.

I have never found it necessary to swear off the booze.

Yes. My first Jag was a pastel shaded E-Type. It was quite uncomfortable. The speedo went to 200 but I never dared go past 140. I tried both an X-Type and and S-Type. I had the latter a few years.

I liked best the sky-blue 6 cylinder automatic Ford Zephyr with the bench seat in the front.

But I hate motoring.

I sold the E-Type to a bloke who intended minting it for sale in the USA.

Maybe you're just feeling frisky.

The word is "nom". It's in the urban dictionary.

Johnny Rotten did a good nomming in an ad for Irish butter.

You convey how good something is by the number of noms. I know two people, both ladies, who nom their way through meals without being conscious of the sound they are making. One of them starts nomming before she sits down over her plate.

Puritans would control themselves better. In public at least.

No he didn't, it was an advert for Country Life, that's British butter. Kerrygold is Irish.

That's why I've never owned a two-seater roadster--I found the seating position too uncomfortable, my legs were too stretched out flat in front of me. That might be true of the new Jaguar I like as well.

Oh, I really like driving. But I also like to be comfortable in a car, so my comfort may be at odds with my current style preferences.

I once owned a convertible--big boat of a Pontiac--with a 300+hp V-8 engine. I adored that car. And that one really moved when you stepped on the gas. I loved driving it, and I held onto it until it was literally falling apart on all sides, both the body and the engine. I managed to sell it, for very little, and wondered if the buyer even made it home without something else happening to it.


That's a definite possibility. And I consider that a very good thing. My tastes are certainly moving toward the less sedate these days.

And I sold the Mini to a bloke in England who was obviously a bigger twit than I ever considered myself, which is saying something. Why, of all places in this weary world, England would produce a vehicle that balked at running in the rain totally staggers the mind.

I don't know the year in which the crate was assembled, but it was definitely pre-war (Falklands, anyway) during a time when there was a surplus of used parts on hand, as well as orange bollard paint.

Left Nottingham one Sunday night around 11 o'clock, destined for Cheshire (the Wirral actually, which was home at the time) and it was clear sailing until I reached the top of the moors, above the potteries. Then it started coming down in buckets, and the engine sputtered and conked out. Had to dash out, heist the bonnet, remove the plugs, dash back inside and dry them with a towel, then dash out, lift the bonnet, etc., etc. That would get me another quarter-mile; a bit more if I was on a downhill bit (uphill it would roll backwards when it died if I failed to engage the parking brake) and then the same splash 'n dash routine over again, repeated ad absurdum. What a beastly car! Gladly would I have swapped it even-money for a ride on a pony 'n cart, if there was ever a rag 'n bone man about when needed. Alas, no such animal is to be found on the moors approaching two in the morning.

It can't have taken the Romans any longer to reach Chester, even if they started from Londinium. And they wouldn't have been any wetter when they got there. Or fagged.

I've never owned a Mini but I hardly think they were as bad as you say. They came into fashion during the period when ladies took it into their heads to drive. A grave theological error in my opinion.

It was beneficial to the advertising industry though. Whether it was the advertising industry that put it into ladies' heads that they ought to drive I don't know but I shouldn't be surprised. Having somewhere to drive to became a necessity after that.

The distinction between men and women still exists of course. One might look at a lot of driveways on which two cars are parked and know at a glance which one is the husband's. Do homosexual couples have such a sharp contrast in discrimination?

It's good you're aware of that. Or you could get into difficulty for using the wrong public restroom.

In an age when some are transgendered, those distinctions do get blurred. That's all going on just to make life more difficult for you, spendi.

A paparazzi took some photos through the window of the Coffee House earlier today - who's this guy?

I've heard vetch honey is some of the best. Can you grow vetch?

On the contrary ff. Speaking on behalf of the male animal spirit, which I am qualified to do, and which has, thankfully, in recent years, lost much of its power over me, I may confidently state that the more homosexuals there are the better. It reduces the competition and the lesbians don't level the playing field because only the serious cases are difficult to seduce.

A woman can't try her powers on another woman.

Truffaut taught me the principle in his little gem L'Homme qui aimait les femmes. Bernard was advising a pal not to get divorced. As if he was concerned for his welfare when he was only trying to keep a loose bloke off his patch.

What have you to say about the difference in the two cars on the majority of driveways?

Yes--it is very true. It didn't require any thinking though. I have known it since I was a kid.

If you mean to imply that you have inspired me to do more thinking you would be better forgetting even the possibility. I had noticed the "(so far)".

Do you patronise everybody like that?

And I certainly made no mention of "failed evolution". I don't think there is any such thing as failed evolution.

And something that is "very true" is hardly an outcome of "not the best logic".

Can't we genetically engineer self-pollinators and make honey by mixing some herbs into syrup and putting a country cottage on the labels? What use are bees then?

We already grow Crown Vetch along road banks. Its a flowering legume just like alfalfa or sweet peas.
It isn't much of a crop though. They produce seed on huge Crown Vetch farms in central Pa. When I go up to PEnn State next time Ill look for Crown Vetch honey and give it a try.

I thought pf another flowery delicious honey, TUPELO. Im not certain if they keep the beehives near the Tupelo groves or what, but the honey they sell down in Florida is some of the best Ive tried. Most of it doesn't make it out of state.

My Uncle down in Parris, TX swore by it. There can be a difference between Texas and Penn vetch, but, I don't know. They grow it here in the bar ditches and often in the fields. Being a legume it will add a lot back to the ground.

When I cut wheat out in Bylthe, CA they used bees in the onion fields. Talk about foul tasting honey, wow! It was 120 degrees and the whole town smelled like onions.

Ill bet its pretty much the same plants but "Penngift" as our varietal is called, is able to grow in poorly drained soils and along rocky talus slopes

BLLYTHE CAILFIRNIA??? Slowly I turned. I spent probably the worst [art of my career working in a series of research projects at a Fed facility near NEEDLES , which is a neighboring area. Wed go to Blythe to experience a big city

There is a lot of Federal Facilities out in that area - kinda low populations......