January blog the second
Someone asked about living in Toronto and someone asked about living in the country. For those of you without cats who hunt, the spleeny bits are what's leftover. When you step on them, they go pop-squish.
( City Mouse, Country Mouse, Spleeny Bits )
( City Mouse, Country Mouse, Spleeny Bits )
The water gave us digestive upsets far too often. Since bacteria can't live in alcohol, nor in strong chilli, I found that when I was already recovering, the recovery was hastened by beer and curry - from one of the several excellent curry takeaway outlets.
The advanced air substitute was not that good a substitute. Specially not on the tube. (Back in those days people used to stand aside an let people get out of the tube trains before getting in themselves. Nowadays it is not quite so ordered.)
Food was (relatively) cheap.
So were blank tapes.
When we moved to Ilford - where the film used to be made, and where the paint factory blew up, (on the edge of London):
The Indian delicacies available just at the end of our road - 50 yards away - were better than I have found anywhere since.
Now we live in a market town about 45 minutes from Euston (mission control Euston??) on the train, and it is easier to breathe and much quieter. The water still doesn't taste perfect, but it seems not to have made us ill this last 30 years. The best Indian restaurant in the town is good, but ot as good as many in London. There are no decent Thai, Indonesian, Japanese restaurants, such as we occasionally visit in London - but still it is better. The Chinese restaurant used to be outstanding, now it is just good.
If we won the lottery a couple of times we might afford 80 acres - but we'd have to start buying tickets for that to happen. Since the lottery is a tax on people with minimal arithmetical skills...
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We used to have an outstand Chinese restaurant but it burned down and now our only Chinese restaurant serves what's pretty much bad mall food. ::is sad::
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