I found an old, blue pullover at the back of the wardrobe the other day. I’d forgotten I had it. Yesterday, I decided to try it on:
Me: How do I look?
Jen: …
Me: Be complimentary!
Jen: …
Me: …
Jen: …Blue!
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Category Archives: jen
Pulling my thumb out
Jen: What on Earth are you doing?
Me: [Fidgeting in trouser-pocket] I’m looking for my data-stick.
Jen: I’ve heard it called many things…
Slater, get real, man!
Jen and I watch a lot of cookery programmes on telly (although, being from Yorkshire, Jen tends to refer to them as cooking programmes). Last night, we watched a recording of one of Nigel Slater’s Christmas specials, in which he improvised a meal called bauble and squeak (do you see what he did there?) from leftover goose, ham, pumpkin and roast potatoes.
Jen and I watched in open-mouthed incomprehension.
Who in God’s holy name has ‘left-over roast potatoes’? And eight left-over roast potatoes at that!
Soup selection
Jen and I have been making a lot of soup recently. Well, when I say Jen and I, what I really mean is Jen has been making a lot of soup recently, and I’ve been helping her. Well, when I say I’ve been helping her, what I really mean is Jen has been making a lot of soup recently. Pulsating pulse soup, stilton and broccoli soup, Thai chicken and mushroom broth, roasted red pepper and tomato soup, spinach and nutmeg soup.
Which got me thinking. How come you don’t get bacon soup? Yes, I know you do get bacon soup—I have a large book of soup recipes, and bacon soup is definitely in there—but you just don’t, do you?
Wouldn’t bacon soup be totally awesome? The clue’s in the name: bacon… soup! What’s not to like?
And, while we’re at it, how about cat soup? And Pope bouillabaisse?
What about you lot? Are there any particular soups you like to try?
Olympics update
As I reported last December, Jen‘s Uncle Frankie had been short-listed to carry the Olympic torch this so-called summer. Yesterday, the clan headed down to Halifax to watch him:
Frank Rothwell, Olympic Torch-Bearer, 24-Jun-2012.
Faux pas update
After the fiasco that was slight misunderstanding surrounding our holiday in April, I decided to make things up to Jen by buying her a little present:
Jen swears blind she said designer label.
Appointment with the boss
Can’t hang around. Jen, Bill and I are off to Manchester to see:
Bruuuuuuuuuuccccce!
Rain and shouts for Devil Woman will most definitely be involved.
Postscript (25-Jun-2012): Contrary to all expectations: a) we did not get drenched; and b) Bruce played the 1978 introduction to Prove It All Night—something Bill has waited 34 years and around 50 Springsteen concerts to hear. He is a very happy bunny.