A big wooden box to store all me junk in, with a bit of a luck I'll have a game of Bezerk, a packet of Alpen and a cup of Jammy Dodgers.
Hey, batter, batter, batter....s-wing, batter!
*Dancing on Dev's paycheck*
Kiss you?! I don't even know you!!!
I would be the lizard king, if I had any lizards.
The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
There's a little marble cross below the town;
There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
And the Yellow God forever gazes down.
He was known as "Mad Carew" by the subs at Khatmandu,
He was hotter than they felt inclined to tell;
But for all his foolish pranks, he was worshipped in the ranks,
And the Colonel's daughter smiled on him as well.
He had loved her all along, with a passion of the strong,
The fact that she loved him was plain to all.
She was nearly twenty-one and arrangements had begun
To celebrate her birthday with a ball.
He wrote to ask what present she would like from Mad Carew;
They met next day as he dismissed a squad;
And jestingly she told him then that nothing else would do
But the green eye of the little Yellow God.
On the night before the dance, Mad Carew seemed in a trance,
And they chaffed him as they puffed at their cigars:
But for once he failed to smile, and he sat alone awhile,
Then went out into the night beneath the stars.
He returned before the dawn, with his shirt and tunic torn,
And a gash across his temple dripping red;
He was patched up right away, and he slept through all the day,
And the Colonel's daughter watched beside his bed.
He woke at last and asked if they could send his tunic through;
She brought it, and he thanked her with a nod;
He bade her search the pocket saying "That's from Mad Carew,"
And she found the little green eye of the god.
She upbraided poor Carew in the way that women do,
Though both her eyes were strangely hot and wet;
But she wouldn't take the stone and Mad Carew was left alone
With the jewel that he'd chanced his life to get.
When the ball was at its height, on that still and tropic night,
She thought of him and hurried to his room;
As she crossed the barrack square she could hear the dreamy air
Of a waltz tune softly stealing thro' the gloom.
His door was open wide, with silver moonlight shining through;
The place was wet and slipp'ry where she trod;
An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of Mad Carew,
'Twas the "Vengeance of the Little Yellow God."
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
There's a little marble cross below the town;
There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
And the Yellow God forever gazes down.
J Milton Hayes
What? Why can no one say 'Vox, vox' any more?
Bono is now like Madonna, just one word.
You say 'tomaito;' I get the guns out. It's a wonderful cross-Atlantic relationship.
Was that Dev comment a Corry reference?
(Corry, Pennsylvania?)
Let the foul tide take my aching words
Blah-blah blah, blah, blobbidy blah!
I'm a lumber jack and I'm okay. I work all night and I sleep all day!...
The poodle has my brain and it's thrown on the junction...
Edam cheese is next to godliness
Kentish Sausage Casserole
Serves four people, takes thirty minutes to prepare and about an hour cooking time when you get it in the oven. This one is a real winner, easy to prepare and very flexible.
This recipe is a genuine hybrid, it's an amalgam of my mother's basic casserole recipe which has been added to from my own experience and experimentation over several years. It's designed to be quick, warming and very, very tasty. I'd be surprise if you don't adapt this further to suit your own tastes. The only ingredient I would stress are the sausages, don't view the bangers as a cheap alternative to other forms of meat, go out of your way to get high quality fresh pork sausages, it will make or break this dish. The effect I try to achieve is a thick full flavoured sauce, that accompanies the sausage. If the casserole reduces down too much it will ruin so be prepared to add more stock until you get the hang of this particular recipe.
Ingredients:
8 medium size sausages (two per person).
I medium sized onion (leeks will do if you prefer)
4 shallots roughly chopped
2 peppers, sliced
2 crushed garlic cloves
1 400g tin of chopped tomatoes
1/2 pint of chicken stock
1 400g tin of lentils
1 table spoon of cider vinegar
2 teaspoons of brown sugar
2 medium sized potatoes peeled and diced into cubes
1 sprig of chopped rosemary
knob of butter
Method:
1. Melt the butter in a large heavy bottomed casserole dish on a medium heat on top of the stove. Pierce the sausages then brown all over.
2. Set aside the sausages, add the onions shallots and garlic to the pan, cook slowly for about five minutes or until they start to become tender.
3. Add the cubed potatoes and fry for a further five minutes, taking care not to burn the onions and garlic.
4. Add the chicken stock gradually, stir well and add the sausages.
5. Slowly introduce half the rosemary and all of the other ingredients.
6. You are looking for the liquid to cover all of the sausages, the liquid to reduce down during cooking by as much as half.
7. Continue to cook on the stove for a few minutes gradually increasing the heat until the pot is simmering. Taste the casserole, if it's too acidic add a pinch or two of brown sugar.
8. Cook uncovered for about an hour in the oven at 180c or Mark 4.
9. Remove from the oven, garnish with the remaining rosemary serve with fresh broad beans and rice, polenta or couscous.
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