An unexpected video bonus and the joy of flat-pack furniture
You know how every so often you set up your temperamental recording system (added to the fact I’m not a technology-savvy 9 year old, so its bound to end in tears) and end up recording something totally unwanted unplanned and unexpected? (Well maybe not, it is not outwith the bounds of possibility that it might just be me.) Anyway on the way to record something else completely, I stumbled across The Supersizers go Regency - a food critic and comedienne boldly testing out the fashions and eating habits of Regency England (presumably so we don’t have to).
Highlights include hanging out at Bath, parmesan ice-cream and the unlikely image of Giles Coren getting to grips with corset (not just for girls) and cravat. Ah, the good old days of shooting poachers, succumbing to gout, drinking your own body weight in Port daily, sorting out dowries and eating maggoty Stilton - I seriously haven’t laughed so much for weeks! Unfortunately it seems to be the last in the series (not to mention a repeat from months ago) but still quality entertainment with its tongue lodged firmly in its cheek.
Those regency aristos knew how to party:
Dinner (taken anytime between 2 and 5pm)
1st course
Mackerel broiled with herbs
Roast beef
Yorkshire pudding
Spinach
Wow-wow sauce (? With gherkins and port apparently)
Port
Sherry
2nd course
Jugged hare
Potted venison
Asparagus
Beetroot pancakes
Trifle
German wines
More port (patriotic in those not liking the French and their wines times).
I’d assume the less well-off didn’t have as much fun, or indeed Port.
Last night’s Midsomer murders, on the other hand, I didn’t understand at all (and laughed significantly less at) - mostly because I kept losing track of the characters. Although I like Jones, and its nice to see him taking over the role of falling in love with/being friends with/becoming object of obsession to that week’s assorted freak/weirdo/red-herring. Handy since ‘Kiss of death’ Cully is no longer able to… Strange how being Barnaby’s sidekick instantly makes you a chick-magnet, no wonder Troy had to leave - probably worn out, poor love.
In other other news, I am now the proud owner of an honest to goodness desk. Not just any old desk, but a self-assembly desk. Wielding only a screwdriver and a set of pictorial instructions I triumphed and now feel insanely pleased in a evolutionary hunter/gatherer DIYesque way. More importantly, my laptop now has a proper place to live instead of being dragged from pillar to post, and usually deposited under the sofa or coffee table.
It truly is the simple things in life.
Highlights include hanging out at Bath, parmesan ice-cream and the unlikely image of Giles Coren getting to grips with corset (not just for girls) and cravat. Ah, the good old days of shooting poachers, succumbing to gout, drinking your own body weight in Port daily, sorting out dowries and eating maggoty Stilton - I seriously haven’t laughed so much for weeks! Unfortunately it seems to be the last in the series (not to mention a repeat from months ago) but still quality entertainment with its tongue lodged firmly in its cheek.
Those regency aristos knew how to party:
Dinner (taken anytime between 2 and 5pm)
1st course
Mackerel broiled with herbs
Roast beef
Yorkshire pudding
Spinach
Wow-wow sauce (? With gherkins and port apparently)
Port
Sherry
2nd course
Jugged hare
Potted venison
Asparagus
Beetroot pancakes
Trifle
German wines
More port (patriotic in those not liking the French and their wines times).
I’d assume the less well-off didn’t have as much fun, or indeed Port.
Last night’s Midsomer murders, on the other hand, I didn’t understand at all (and laughed significantly less at) - mostly because I kept losing track of the characters. Although I like Jones, and its nice to see him taking over the role of falling in love with/being friends with/becoming object of obsession to that week’s assorted freak/weirdo/red-herring. Handy since ‘Kiss of death’ Cully is no longer able to… Strange how being Barnaby’s sidekick instantly makes you a chick-magnet, no wonder Troy had to leave - probably worn out, poor love.
In other other news, I am now the proud owner of an honest to goodness desk. Not just any old desk, but a self-assembly desk. Wielding only a screwdriver and a set of pictorial instructions I triumphed and now feel insanely pleased in a evolutionary hunter/gatherer DIYesque way. More importantly, my laptop now has a proper place to live instead of being dragged from pillar to post, and usually deposited under the sofa or coffee table.
It truly is the simple things in life.