An "Ask Auntie Lowan" Digression.

We are going to dazzle Margo on the 11th.

Aaaaaaah!

Apparently the average man ( whatever that is ) thinks about food more than he thinks about sex. Now if that is true and the average man thinks about sex every 9 mintes or something like that and he thinks about food more frequently lets say every 6 minutes then every 54 minutes and at various other intervals he will think about food AND sex at the same time, which is maybe where I should stop for now before I get in over my head. Have you ever caught a crowded underground train in London, everyone studiously ignores each other whilst the guys try to covertly look down any half decent woman's top to see if he can see her mammaries, you haven't, well it's about time you did. Its because our personal territory has been invaded and rather than fight or flight we have to stand or sit there and grin and bear it. It always makes me laugh , a good fart eases the tension and if its a nice quiet one its lovely to watch everyone looking judgementally around- It wasn't me -it must have been someone else etched on their faces. it always reminds me of that Inspector Clouseau film with Peter Sellers when he is in the lift with a gang of heavies-hilarious. Talking about downunder which I wasn't why is it called downunder, why isn't it called upover, is it because the Power hungry Western ( why wasn't it called Eastern ?) World got in first-any ideas ? When Mozart started composing music at 4 years of age was he getting it all from God, I mean he can't have got it from any living composers as his music just blew away anything that had come before so where did it all come from, were Aliens even then roaming the earth and quietly planted the music in his brain whilst sleeping.

Well I digress miust get back to work or I won't be able to pay my internet provider

If sleeping aliens can plant music in a child's brain--then their powers are even more awesome and frightening than i had previously believed . . .

Deb, the sun is a rare commodity and we need to preserve our share of it, but I could have solar panels fitted to my mower. Or even a wind turbine

Sex and food are fine together.

Speaking of sex and food, I once shared a house with a lesbian whose partner was a sweets chef.

Many a night, the partner would come over after work with a whole box of creme caramels, and they would disappear together into the bedroom with them.

Never a creme caramel was EVER seen again, nor a trace of one....I guess there are things we are not meant to know....

I guess they ate them

So MANY?

They COULDN'T have!

'tis a mystery of Bermuda Triangle dimensions...

hiama, interesting....I'm a chef, so therefore have a very good excuse indeed for thinking about food more than sex...

Here is something else I heard this morning on the news. There is a new study out regarding the fact that male babies are heavier than female babies. It seems that when mom is preggers with a male child, they tend to eat a lot more protein, resulting in the larger baby size. Perhaps this also explains men's obsession with barbequing....

dlowan, there is an Austrian pastry chef I use for larger functions who trained in the fancy hotels in Austria and is brilliant, a lesbian, and has a lovely partner and a couple of nice cats. I never ask about what happens to the petits fours that don't come out quite right, but their house always smells really really good

LOL!!!!!

I do not usually exercise my mind with such wonderings - but it was remarked upon by all who came and went.....

Cav-here is one man NOT obessed with bbq - the burnt bits are highly carcninogenic

Would help if I could speall CARCINOGENIC

hiama, you've digressed beautifully, but I'm going to fall down into linear thought...



Would it be untoward of me to admit that when I commuted on crowded el-trains and buses in Chicago one of the decisions to be made was whether to face a person (and offer them my face and genitals) or turn away from them (and offer my ass)? I just thought everybody should know this, in case you're unaware of what lurks in the minds and hearts (and other bits) of men on public transportation.

Incidentally, was stuck on the tube for what seemed an eternity one miserable August day when some tourist woman realized she'd missed her stop some ways back and yanked the emergency cord.



Er, I may regret this, but what does "V" stand for? To steal another bit from the previously pirated TV show, I can't help but think that it rhymes with "Mulva."

Why not? Are there better topics with which to occupy the mind?

HA!

patio, I noticed deb's unusual abbreviation and also wondered what body part she was laughing off...

Perhaps she meant to type "U" . . . yes, that's it, "U" . . . she was laughing so hard, her uvula popped right out of her mouth . . .

Tee Hee !!! I am sooo not going to comment on that !!!

This "untoward" word of Craven's is catching on big.


V? Mulva? Hmmmmmmmm..... heehee